3.14, of course! It's that crazy, wacky irrational number known as Pi.
I totally forgot about Pi until this afternoon when I was helping out at a Pi-Party for my daughter's fifth grade math class. One of the things they talked about in this class was the fact that Pi has no discernible pattern to the numbers appearing in the string after 3.14 (and that's after taking it to the whatever-billionth place!)
Now, as I mentioned earlier, The March Challenge was all about patterns for today's prompt, on account of it being Einstein's birthday today. (He was born in 1879.) So I got an idea for another poem. It was inspired by both Pi and pie, which was, not coincidentally, what was being served for the party's refreshment.
|Image courtesy of Zenwerx|
There is no pattern
to Pi. It’s irrational
but very tasty.