Slice of Pi
3.14 was only the beginning...
March 14 at 1:59,
Take a bite of the first slice of Pi.
Where it ends nobody knows,
And none can ever say, “Why?”
If you like this poem, please tip!
Eat pie. Have a slice or the whole thing! Or hell, make it two pies! Not to be confused with 2 Pi radians, which of course would be one pie.
You picking up what I’m laying down? Let’s flip around that frown!
Is this poem irrational? Irrelevant?
Perhaps, but it’s annual. Therefore it is timeless.
Humans and their monthly calendar. When will we learn?
Plus, what’s the deal with money? Why are we so obsessed with it? Is it because money really is happiness?
Yes, it is.
About the author
Insurance broker by day, library owl by night. Avid writer, proud father, devoted husband, and novice chess player. B.Sc. from Queen's University.
Currently living in Alberta with my wife and two children.