Answer:
I am a delicious way of representing data.
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I shrink smaller every time I take a bath.
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.