Rhapsodies

Well today’s poem was two lines about a gunner and is showing me how much of an uphill slog I’m looking at. When I looked at the two lines I had to ask first doesn’t that second line kind of redundant, and “does gunner mean man with gun or was it something more specific in the 17th century?”

To make matters worse, peacenik that I am, I had to spend five minutes going through visual references to see use how anyone even holds a rifle.

There was a little one-eyed gunner
Who killed all the birds that died last summer.