A little bit of pi.
A poem about the number pi;
the value is three point one four.
But that’s a value rounded off—
the numbers carry on much more.
To be exact, beyond the point
of decimal there is no end.
It goes on to infinity;
beyond a goal it does transcend.
The number is dimensionless;
in fact, it is a ratio.
Used in math and engineering;
its applications apropos.
The circle is the genesis
of why this number does occur.
Relation to these quantities:
circumference and diameter.
(On Star Trek once, computer banks
were hijacked by an evil dread.
Spock ordered them to work on pi;
the tactic worked—the evil fled.)
No final number can be reached
despite computers’ awesome speed.
Yet solution notwithstanding,
pi will remain a basic need.
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