Poem/Story2

There was a person, her name was Allison.
She enjoyed to run, and a good pun.
She was a nun who liked to have fun with a gun, as she shot it at the sun.
But it did not hit the sun, it spun and spun and fell back down the barrel of the gun.
This was quite a stun for Allison, who was then overrun by a large wagon.
But then another nun was forced to shun Allison because of her use of a gun.
Now that she was done with being a nun, she found a honeybun, and they had some fun with his shotgun, and afterword they ate some bacon.