Pi Day
This coming Sunday is Pi day;
The date is 3/14.
The winter cold fades fast away
And trees are turning green.
On Sunday afternoon at four,
What Europe calls sixteen,
That time gives us a reason for
The faithful to convene.
For it’s 3.1416,
That’s close enough to Pi.
It matters not what drink you fix,
Use bourbon, scotch, or rye.
The timing’s off a little bit.
It’s always so with Pi.
It’s like a god; it’s infinite,
So, raise your glasses high.
3.141592…
Out to infinity,
Acknowledgment is therefore due,
As to a deity.
This time and date come once a year;
Then they’re gone in a wink.
So, quaff your whiskey, wine, or beer;
At four, let’s down a drink.