With things to do and places to be,
Songs to sing and people to see;
For no good reason, I give to thee
A list of superfluous intricacy.

The projects I've planned span quite an array --
I will, to I won't, to I'll try, to I may.
When I shall finish these things, I can't say;
That which needs doing increases each day.

The spidermuse seems to have fallen asleep;
From her of late I have heard not a peep.
My stitching and dreamcatchers lie in a heap,
All being projects, for now, that can keep.

A portrait of wolves promised many months back
Was sketched long ago, but the sketch I now lack.
When found, it will move to the top of the stack,
Though by now I suspect I ought draw the whole pack.

I'm halfway through sketching a passel of horses
For a contest that wants them coupled with forces,
In the hopes of an entry the artist endorses,
All the while searching for proper resources.

Three letters need writing, for people far distant,
None of which will be remotely consistent.
My plans are in each case quite firmly persistent,
Though signs may suggest they're in fact nonexistent.

Last but not least, of the projects in wait,
Is the sorting of pixels dropped on my plate.
Once sorted, 'twill be my chance to create
The colorful kids of each creature and mate.

With all of that said, let it also be known
I have other commitments than merely those shown.
If ever it seems that this list I postpone,
My reasons are valid, however unknown.