Pi is more than food that arrives
In cherry, blueberry, and key lime pies
Pi is a number that never slumbers
That is just as inumerable as the number of lies
That you and I tell to our friends' eyes
3.14 is all some remember
Some people know more, there is no remainder
P-I pi, not P-I-E that you eat
But if you get hungry during this poem
Pie sounds like a tasty treat
Enjoy Pi while you are stil alive
Before you are dead and cannot unwind
The secrets of Pi and all that it holds
The more you explore Pi, the more the secret unfolds
- Mikela Forever
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PoetryHere you can read my original poems and short stories. I would like to acknowledge my teacher Mrs. Barnett for teaching me about writing.
