A slew of people came with gifts
to celebrate Pi Day;
They formed a circle ‘round his house;
Pi blushed at the display.
Pi gazed with glee from his window,
someone knocked on the door.
Pi opened it and calmly said,
“I am three point one four!”*
Pi asked them in and they complied,
well-rounded was Pi’s place.
Pi made a circle on the rug
in front of the bookcase.
Someone then served an apple pie,
and Pi’s eyes opened wide.
He said, “I’m just a ratio,
but I can still divide!”
So Pi began to cut the pie,
he did it with aplomb.
Pacific winds provided cool
in Pi’s house there on Guam.
Pi sliced and sliced with Ginsu knife,
the bookcase a backdrop.
The guests all tried to intervene,
yet Pi just could not stop.
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Writer’s Cramp
March 15, 2014
*The value of pi is 3.14
This is rounded to two decimal places. Pi is a transcendental number without resolution.
It goes on forever. That’s why, when Pi started cutting the pie, he could not stop.
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