With thanks to Abbie Taylor,
who told me about Pi Day Poems,
and to Shakespeare, whose sonnet
provided the form.
Anti-Ode on Pi
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou‘rt such a strange shape, legs much like a chair,
A top so curved there’s just no stinkin’ way
It’d seat a current Cabinet secretaire
Or former. Neither dost thou have a crust
Of lard and flour or crumbled crackers graham
That Grandma or Nabisco make, or just
Some chocolate or a blob of strawb’ry jam.
Thou art a cold, hard number made to hurt,
Confuse, and boggle students young and old,
A plethora of digits that exert
Thy pow’r and squeeze, with rude and vile chokehold.
Thou three point one four one six, now I say
I’ll not compare thee to a summer’s day.
For the poem’s sake, 3.1416, rather than 3.14159, is used in the third stanza. Because it is not March 14, 2016 (3-14-16), 3.14 is used in the title.
To see 100,000 digits of pi, go to http://www.geom.uiuc.edu/~huberty/math5337/groupe/digits.html
To see 1,000,000 digits of pi, go to http://www.piday.org/million/ (This page just goes on and on.)
Photograph: Mosaic outside the Mathematics Building at the Technical University of Berlin.
3 thoughts on “My 3.14 Day Poem*”
Thank you. I’m glad you like it. It’s my first poem about a number.
You’ll have to tackle polynomials next–or would that be polynumerals?
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