Rascality

That rapid rabbit Rupert runs and rollicks right apace,

though he requires but rarely rest—despite his rosy face

and rampant racing ’round, his rayed and ruffled wriggling nose,

his rife ripostes, his reeling roll—well, really, you’d suppose

he’d relish full retirement, retreat into some room,

reposing long, but wrong! He longs to ramp up and re-zoom.