My start, to begin with, isn't hers. Moving on,
It sounds like the sound of the name of a con.
And as for my ending? Well, it's quite the tale.
Those who hear it are certainly floored, without fail.
Throughout me, I'm studied. I'm hated. I'm cleared.
I'm forgotten, remembered, despised, and revered.
Just what I contain, none totally know,
But I contain everything! Every joy, every woe.
I'm ever expanding, becoming more than I was,
My start, to begin with, isn't hers. Moving on,
It sounds like the sound of the name of a con.
And as for my ending? Well, it's quite the tale.
Those who hear it are certainly floored, without fail.
Throughout me, I'm studied. I'm hated. I'm cleared.
I'm forgotten, remembered, despised, and revered.
Just what I contain, none totally know,
But I contain everything! Every joy, every woe.
I'm ever expanding, becoming more than I was,