Each stanza of this poem has a number of syllables equal to a digit of pi. So what happens when the digits of pi hit their first zero? See below to find out. If you like this poem, you can find more poems at Horror Matrices and Other Poetry.
| 3 | The number. |
| 1 | pi. |
| 4 | I wonder why |
| 1 | I |
| 5 | watch the digits fly? |
| 9 | Do digits to the infinite tend? |
| 2 | Or end |
| 6 | at bottom of page ten? |
| 5 | Stop I know not when. |
| 3 | A circle, |
| 5 | pi the number shall |
| 8 | encompass all from head to tail. |
| 9 | The diameter times pi shall tell |
| 7 | not the area, oh swell, |
| 9 | but circumference of circles all. |
| 3 | pi r square? |
| 2 | oh where? |
| 3 | Look around, |
| 8 | can you find any pie not round? |
| 4 | Yet pi r square |
| 6 | gives you the area |
| 2 | all fine |
| 6 | circles you chance to find. |
| 4 | e to i pi? |
| 3 | (this is fun): |
| 3 | minus one. |
| 8 | Alas a zed comes up ahead. |
| 3 | It cannot |
| 2 | be wrought: |
| 7 | a poem or stanza taught |
| 9 | whose syllables all add up to naught, |
| 5 | and so I must stop. |
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