Make this easier but still a poem.
Oh, π, irrational and infinite,
A number so mysterious and divine,
It appears in circles, perfect and round,
Defining the ratio of diameter to ground.
Three point one four one five nine,
A sequence that goes on, never to unwind,
A symbol of the universe's complex design,
Infinite and eternal, like a never-ending line.
Oh, π, transcendental and profound,
A number that never ceases to astound,
Mathematical magic, never to be tamed,
Forever in awe of your infinite fame.
Oh, π, so mysterious and unique,
In circles and math, you're the peak,
Three point one four, in a never-ending streak,
Forever in awe of the wonders you speak.