The infinite yawns and keeps yawning.
Is it sleepy?
Does it miss Pythagoras?
Remembering my introduction to the infinite via convergent sequences and series long ago in Calculus class, I drafted my own little poem -- a syllable-snowball, growing layer by layer!
Filling my coffee cup by JoAnne Growney
half full –- I add
more -- one-quarter-cup
to get three-fourths, one-eighth
to reach seven-eighths, next add
one-sixteenth, and so on, never
overflowing -- almost . . . almost full.