Beef-witted atomy, caged in glass and ink, A singular knot where frantic shadows drink! ’Midst this coil, a motley-mind doth peer, The crown of fools, both distant and most near! What be the answer?

I have legs but never walk, a back but never complain. I host tired humans, lonely pigeons, and forgotten gum. I hear secrets, watch joggers suffer, and get blamed for cold seats. In parks and courts I quietly sit - What am I, besides emotionally supportive furniture?

Oh my goodness, in the garden's gentle embrace, a soft, silent sponge spreads snugly, sipping sunshine, sharing secrets softly with stones. It's nature's green carpet, oh how it clings to time!

Where shadows dost play, Between the towering walls, Thou path of whispers.

I am a place, yet I don't take up much space. Down is fun but up is posh. A night on me makes a date super laid back.