A math class I once took did pique all my interest
(These were the days before teachers had pinterest)
When I found out that three, and a point, and fourteen
Made something called pie, but not like it seemed.
See, the pie was a number, a valued time saver
Not a plate that you’d pass after turkey and graver.
“You mean to tell me,” I shouted from back
“That pie is a number from our textbook ’bout math?”
The teacher replied “you finally caught on, it’s not just a dream!”
“Now stop asking questions ’bout pie and whip cream!”
And that day I found, perhaps more than before,
That pie is delicious… and three-point-one-four.