I’m endless in math, yet gone in a bite, I’m sweet after dinner, or circle’s delight. One you can savour, one you imply Both share my name, what am I?

A hot drink served in a cup. Golfers need me to hold the ball up.

To follow this task, You might fill from a cask, To quench your need, Fill me with mead. Neither a cup, mug, or bottle Use me too much you may waddle. What am I?

A watch might have zero, three or two. I have two, likely so do you. A horse has at least fifteen, a pony fewer, they really do. But what makes me unsure is an octopus, I’ll check at the zoo. If you don’t like this riddle, I understands, but please don’t get angry and throw up your . . . .

Smoke a cigarette, Straight-line race, Pull it on the ground, A man in woman-face