"The number Pi is a mathematical constant, the ratio of a circles circumference to its diameter is commonly approximated as 3.145159. Being an irrational number, pi cannot be expressed exactly as a common fraction. Consequently, it's decimal representation (22/7) never ends and never settles into a permanent repeating pattern", He told the girl sitting next to her.

"You like math I see", she chuckled.

"No, not exactly", he sighs
"I'm trying to tell you something, what I feel for you cannot be expressed properly, it's like pi, what I feel is deep and never ends, it doesn't settle to a repeating pattern because each day it changes and becomes something stronger", He looks straight into her eyes.

"Since Ancient civilisation, mathematicians have been trying to find the ending of pi but they only ended at about a thousand numbers. Then in the 21st century Computer scientist decided to give it a try, but they ended at 13.3 trillion before they exhausted their computers", The boy took a deep breath and started to play with his fingers

"Chances are a lot of people will try to figure out how I feel about you, myself included but no matter how hard I try it'll always go deep, it's infinite because I am irrevocably In Love with you"

Not sure how I should vote
Come this election day
Should I go with my conscience
Or just vote angry

Say that I've had enough
And throw down with Trump
Go to all of his rallies
Giving thumbs up

Or maybe pull the lever
For all the free stuff
As Uncle Bernie always says
Life's a free lunch

Or perhaps cast my vote
For my feminine side
With a lightness to my step
And a twinkle to my eye

Be a guy
That's not afraid of that side
Hear her roar, she's a woman
And how dare I

And then there's Bush
What can I say...
And then there's Bush
What can I say...

Or maybe I
Aught to chip in
With the Florida senator
He'd sure love to win

Although he is young
And has only served a short term
You have to think after all
Hasn't that worked out before

And then there is Cruz
Who says that he cares
With his beady eyes
And Dippity-Do hair

There are so many choices
That one these days can make
I guess it really doesn't matter
After all what's one more mistake

And it's not like any of them
Could start a war over lunch
Oh, have I already asked
If I should vote for Trump

The pleasure is mine
in a glass of wine

My pleasure is you
in the things that you do

The pleasure is ours
in all the shared hours
we are able to spend together

They're worth more than gold
or riches untold
a pleasure we'll treasure for ever

There was a girl from Dunoon
With thighs like a barrage balloon
When a man did her wrong
Her grip was so strong
He quickly met his doom

Ahhhh

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He was a German soldier fighting in the war
Then as a P.O.W. he could fight no more
In an English garden
He worked and spent his days
Planting bulbs, trimming hedges
Learning English ways

Then to his homeland he went back
But in mischief didn't lack
For in the Spring the daffs he sowed
Spelled out Heil ******!
All in pretty rows

We were in a Mongolian yurt
She wore a Mongolian skirt
It was very cold
We didn't feel bold
So we just had a little flirt

a ***** is a *****
rotavator is a palindrome
and my newt is very small

I go to sleep thinking about you.
I wake up thinking about you.
When I'm doing my makeup, I'm thinking about you.

When I'm eating, I think about you.
When I'm driving, reading, cutting hair, and even sleeping...I'm still thinking about you.

...But when I'm around you I can't think at all.