Oh how may a speak
Of the beauty of pi?
Its uses not bleak
But abound to the sky.
Irrational digit
I cannot escape
To calculate widgets
Of circular shape.
A mere estimation
Three point one four
But to my exclamation
You’re so much much more.
Pi, you’re so tasty
I’ll take any flavor
But not be too hasty
The pumpkin I’ll savor.
