Pi Poem by Ima Ryma

Pi is three point one four...ever,
The most famous number of all.
Its own day, March fourteenth - clever!
Archimedes made the math call -
The ratio of circumference
To a circle's diameter -
Called it pi - guess it then made sense,
But Greek to me - for sure, for sure!
Taken trillions of digits out,
Supercomputers seek the why
Of such constant unconstant doubt
Of ever irrational pi.

A poem for pi - a pi-em,
Tiz for no reason nor rhy-em.