Lyrics to Pi

3am upon a mattress sees the hands approach a figure so significant

Converging on a curve

But she's not your standard deviant 'cos our bizarre love polygon has morphed into

The fractal shape of lurve



As we share in a dim sim, a tree will shade our flirty lip tickle

I trip on the square root of minus one

Though pi's not so oblique a thing, with a pencil, pin and piece of string

That old familiar ring can soon be wrung



Just measure your way around the circumference of any circle

Then divide it by its diameter and thence, find it lurking

In the work you would do defining it's true sense of infinity

Your digits touch the sky with pi.....



A fraction of her is not the answer, like a statue's not a dancer

She's a whirling dervish dining on red cordial and twisties

You may insist she's difficult, but don't dither as you slither down that river to forever

To quiver in the endless Rumba, sleeping ceaseless slumber

'Cos it's then she has your number



I think people who like pi are cute

Their lives are full, they have a ball

So people who hate pi are square and flat

As a tan gent who co-signs obtusely into sex at random

The right angles formulaic lines attract