A circle is round
In fact, it is bound
To be round for as long as it exists
A circle cut in half
Is only half round as it once was
And as a circle, almost unrecognizable
You can no longer roll it about
A wheel? It just won’t do
Need a button or a dial?
It’s simply not for you.
When folded, almost triangular
No other circle quite so strange-ular
And devoid of its rounded pride
Is now a circle with three sides
Half of half a circle
Resembles a piece of pie
But it certainly doesn’t taste like one
Unless it was a pie, to begin with.