Pi is a story rarely told,
\nit fits on in
\nlike its old in the fold.<\/p>\n
Its as important to nature,
\nas it is to man,
\nWhy cant we read it,
\nJust as it ran.<\/p>\n
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\nis the inverse
\nto start it be told.
\nThe way I read it is from a father of old.<\/p>\n
Father Son and the Holy Ghost,
\nA family of four,
\nbut who’d have noticed.<\/p>\n
Read in inverse base four,
\nbroken up like never before.
\nSo here we go
\n freestyling away.
\nMix that with chanting
\n and a pray on to stay.
\nFor the father to grow
\n he makes his darl one.
\nThe next in lines perfect
\n grow the last one.<\/p>\n
Deny yourself
\n prevent the wife,
\ngrow up the children
\n so they’re perfectly ripe.<\/p>\n
Take it easy,
\nits not that hard,
\nShe’s the one,
\ndon’t make her retard.<\/p>\n
Set the example
\non the first one,
\nFor the others to see
\nso that the lessons be sung.<\/p>\n
Focus on your own
\n spiritual growth,
\nNot even a partner
\n can own your own pluth.
\nFirst born’s denied
\n any and all growth,
\nSo the others can rest
\n owning
\n reflective mopes.<\/p>\n
So,<\/p>\n
While
\n in the heat of it,
\nchasing your dreams
\n so you can worship a bit.
\nRemember she’s first
\n and all the kids,
\nThey got to grow counting
\n and keep rhyming with myths.<\/p>\n
And when those dreams – do come true,
\nThat private time – with just her and you.
\nRemember that that – that first born,
\nwill be practicing and – be quite focused on.<\/p>\n
That’s when the others,
\ncan rest in peace,
\ngrow up living,
\nharmoniously.<\/p>\n
five,
\ntwo,
\nsix,
\nseven,
\nthis is the way,
\nwe get to heaven.<\/p>\n
Learn to count,
\nlearn to read,
\nkeep on studying,
\nyes-o-ra me indeed.<\/p>\n
She’ll be there,
\nto back you up,
\nreminding you,
\nthat there’s another cup.<\/p>\n
And to take it easy,
\non old joe blow,
\nhow else is everyone,
\ngoing to catch the show.<\/p>\n
four,
\nfive,
\noh,
\nthree,
\nIts time for a lovely,
\ncup of tea.<\/p>\n
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\nget ready to count,
\nits growth for the children,
\ndon’t let them miss out!<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nHoped you like my poetry,
\nan alpha numeral atrocity.
\nAlways looking for my mother,
\nBut who’d like me do another?
\nExtend the quest to another four,
\nread and weep, then beg for more.
\nIf I do,
\nmake it another eight,
\nI’m sure they’ll be
\na great delight.
\nAnd if I blow it,
\nout to ten,
\nI’ll be leave all the people,
\nhang-ing-ing-ing,
\nBut if I do,
\nsweet sixteen,
\nMaybe you’ll find me,
\na beautiful queen.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"