I wish I was one of those super-brains who can breathlessly rattle off the first 100 (1000, 10000...) digit of pi. But I'm not. And so :
Can I have a small container of coffee?
See, I have a rhyme assisting
my feeble brain,
its tasks sometimes resisting.
How I wish I could enumerate Pi easily, since all these horrible mnemonics prevent recalling any of pi's sequence more simply.
How I want a drink, alcoholic of course, after the heavy chapters involving quantum mechanics. One is, yes, adequate even enough to induce some fun and pleasure for an instant, miserably brief.
How I love a white christmas
