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
Gather round, ask kids,
“What do we say first?” That’s right:
“Pass the cranberries!”
Turkey, dressing, spuds
Yams, beans, rolls — big bird won’t be
The only thing stuffed
Eat hearty, drink deep
Soon enough we’ll collapse in
Haze of tryptophan
Don’t forget dessert
Apple, cherry, pecan, mince
Pie with your Cool Whip
Circumference over
Diameter of squash-gourd
Equals pumpkin pi
If it’s my last meal
Skip the urn, keep my ashes
In a gravy boat
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