Falling over like a fool,
When you act so winter cool,
Next to fire, wet and cold,
Like a wall consumed by mould.
Just a ploy, is just a ploy,
Drowning everything in joy.
Rolling over like a sphere,
To inspect its squarish peer,
Since you care, why don't you dare?
Squares don't roll, but spheres do care.
Just a ploy, is just a ploy,
Like a lemon lost to cloy,
Drowning everything in joy.
Falling over like a fool,
Still a sphere that loves the pull,
Still the one who bends and turns,
For a square that never learns.
Just a ploy, with little joy,
Terrified by π and why.
Just a ploy. A joy of ploy,
Drowning everything in nay.
Geometric joy, in sway.
Just a ploy, is just a ploy,
Draining even joy of joy.
Every circle breaks apart,
On the corners of a heart.
For the ploy of joyful nay,
Just forget about the π.
Everything is just of clay.
Shapes and shadows of a lie.
Say goodbye,
And then, goodbye.
To π, to hope
and then to why.