I *knew* the cushion wasn't there,
Nor seat, nor arms, nor legs, nor back...
But I sat,ignoring things like that.
Here lies John Bunn,
He was killed by a gun.
His name wasn't Bunn, but Wood,
But Wood wouldn't rhyme with gun,
But Bunn would.
The first was inspired by a serial conversation I have been having with nearfar...