It’s 3 point 1-4
March 14th, known as “pi day”
Around math circles
Area of pie,
Circumference of my waist
Sadly do compute
I see apple fall
Unlike Newton I think “pi”
And not gravity
There I go again
Off on tangents — unlike me
Pi never repeats
Cherry or pecan
I like pie, like pi, to go
On infinitely
3.14 and today was not one of Julius Caesar’s favorites, but he was warnwed. “Beware of the Ides of March!”