Rachel Mac

Pi (3.14) - Poem by Rachel Mac

No one gives pi much thought.
Even after it has been dutifully taught.
The numerical pi goes on forever,
Like the swish of a baseball,
Flying through outer space.

Three point one four,
For some it's a bore,
But NOT to me.
The transcendental number is the code,
To unlocking the perfect memory.

Math it involves,
Area and circumference of circles, it solves.
Pi never repeats itself,
Pi is smarter than that,
That is a fact.

Twenty-two over seven is the equivalent fraction.
But to me that fraction is a distraction.
I prefer the original,
The decimal version.
Three point one four.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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