There’s a day dedicated to Pi, you may
ask me why – maybe because it’s
irrational and an infinite decimal.
The celebrations on the day before
the Ides of March may mean eating
a pie, playing a piano, or simply
drinking Pina Colada. What a way
to celebrate the rare constancy
and honor our very own sweet pie.
I love math. Particularly because I'm not good at it. When I was writing a poem on physics, I got to know that there was a day for Pi. Thus "A day for Pi" was born.
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