A ShiftnShake tradition since March 14, 2018, I once again serve you a poem of Pi, that little number that has endlessly delighted mathematicians for four thousand years. See more here (3/14/18) and here (3/14/19). Here’s hoping your day is endless fun.
22/7 (greater than 3.14159 26535 89793 23846…)
Time’s steady beat has brought us to the 14th of March
to again celebrate Pi Day, just for a lark
We’ll examine a number, one infinitely rude
one that has the audacity to never conclude
the little number growing increasingly longer
as its decimal places show incrementally smaller
stretching a number that will always be
less than four, little more than three
On the whole Pi brings no satisfaction
just slightly more than an approximate fraction.
Round off, for we’ll certainly never put pi in its place
the pursuit shows mere mortals too to be approximate
But it seems to give some a reassurance and pleasure
this proof of things beyond the scope of man’s measure
A measure of humility, oh good heavens
measurably less than twenty-two sevenths.