Metaphysics...and Word Play...
As I sat on my new chair, 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