| Edited by TheCuriousSeed at 2022-3-10 14:38 
 
 And now, a poem of Pi Day.
  
 Although it is now MarchAnd soon the colour green will overarch,
 Is there any reason why
 This day granted to Pi
 Seems far shorter than a triumphal arch?
 
 When the number of the date in March is fourteen,
 We all have a little time left to find green
 Be it clothing or tchotchkes
 Or delicacies
 From bright sweet custards to delicious sweet beans.
 
 Why the 14th of March, you ask?
 Easily I can explain this task:
 Because month-wise we've only twelve
 And the bane of the thirteen we've yet to completely shelve
 Still, a certain clientele in this day will bask.
 
 There are at least a few songs enduring
 Though maybe not so assuring
 As the fact that Pi
 Is a number forever, though I can't say why,
 And yet neither pattern nor visible end it's been ensuring.
 
 Have you any idea how long it would take
 To write out Pi, only to make a mistake
 Along the number line,
 Then for patience to decline
 Until error corrected, then time for a break?
 
 I won't say how far this unending number I can recite
 Because that alone would take some might
 Although to help matters,
 Certain baking batters
 Can be used to shape numbers until they're just right.
 
 3.14159265358979324
 Is the roundup of Pi by the seventeenth, but care for more?
 Greatly appreciated
 Even if octuplicated
 Would give a baker's dozen round up to 25.1327412287184.
 
 22 o'er seven and Pi to the second are both 3.14
 But as of Digit Three are similar no more
 To bring fractions closer
 Than bread to a toaster,
 219911 o'er seventy thousand is unto Pi nearer, for sure!
 
 But for those more in the mood for Pie with a silent E
 Yet still in complex math would find glee,
 Why not give a try
 To a dessert shaped like Pi?
 To me, that sounds quite the tackling recipe!
 
 This year Pi Day turns twenty
 And the ways to celebrate are plenty
 From fun little bangles
 That jingle and jangle
 To accoutrements worth many a penny.
 
 Why should one assume this day to be a nightmare
 When we've plenty a mathematician here and there?
 To finish this prose
 With more kindness than a rose,
 I say Happy Pi Day and please take care.
 
 
  
 I hope you enjoyed this poem and Happy Reading.
 
 
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