Unlike Caeser, I fear not the Ides of March.
Nay! My curse, it comes the day before.
On this dark day my mind is terrorized,
with each dull digit that I now memorize.
Evil ratio!
Upon Your endless path I cannot gain.
Dreadful day!
Thou doest mock me in my mortal pain.
Irrationality!
Surely this, the price that I do pay.
Yielding now,
I wave white,
before this wicked wretch,
we call
Pi Day.