Lists, endless lists to complete
I could list the lists but that would leave you listless and downbeat
So I won't, I shall not, I'll stop right there
I'll turn this poem around, never you fear
It will be one for the ages, the bards will memorise every word
The idea of a poetry book without it will be simply absurd
In his final breath a dying man will turn to its eternal wisdom
How do I know this? Why, because I quizzed him