A Pome a Day for a Year

One hundred down with a further
two six five sneaking upon me
from behind that textual horizon.

One hundred days of source flowing
and boy does the source output!

Trevor calls to congratulate,
he has never been a part of a success,
only chaotic implosions of plans made about
world domination and teatime meals.

I did not have the most confidence,
that this would reach a month,
but here we are, into four,
and the train is haring through
literature junction at fifty paragraphs a second!

A question remains,
and it has no answer right now so we will
return at duodecapome,
but what happens once this is finished?
What next?

2025 Veeg can be concerned with that,
right now I am 2024 Veeg and
preoccupied with less important items
such a video games and why my chair squeaks.

One thing is for certain:
Trevor and I shall continue onwards,
strolling this road of stanzas
and rhyming with renewed rhythm.