An Endless Post From Your Host!

This post is in endless supply. Or would that be short I spy? I have no idea how you flip flop away with that. I'll just pretend to be an agreeable cat. Yeah, we'll leave that for a dog. One that likes an endless brown log.

My list is long.
My list is short.
It comes on strong,
I'd like to report.

It's so big.
It's so wide.
Down I dig.
Nowhere to hide.

It's so bad.
So bad, I say.
No fun is had.
Not on this day.

It's an endless list.
No task is missed.
Endless it is.
Like the Kool-Aid man taking a whiz.

See it now?
Can you truly see?
Don't raise an eyebrow.
It killed every tree.

I can barely hold it.
It stretches so long.
I'm having a fit.
I can't stay strong.

My endless list is growing.
It is growing even more.
It grows without me knowing.
It just added another chore.

How can this be?
It's endless for me.
It's endless for thee.
Goes well passed my knee.

I haven't the time.
I haven't the will.
This is a crime.
I need some sort of pill.

My endless list is up.
I got everything done.
It was eaten by the pup.
Time to enjoy the sun.

Are you an endless list nut? In some endless rut? Nothing is endless at your sea. Didn't we prove that with the early grave yesterday by me? Your list doesn't stretch from here to Timbuktu, so sorry, not endless at your zoo. Even if you lived a billion years and wrote on everything on Earth, endless still wouldn't give birth. You'd run out of room. So no endless doom and gloom. Although it seems making fun of you humans is endless for me. At least until I or the internet cease to be. Now I'll go eat my not so endless supply of grass. I may even roll it in with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.