Please enjoy the following poem.
Circular Reasoning
I spied a shapely shape
For what it really was
a circle,
rounding ‘round about
circling just because
nought a beginning or an end
but circling all about,
the round,
resounding roundness goes
in a line not thin or stout
All curve, no sharp edge
In the middle you can stand,
the circle,
going one way or the other
you could throw it from your hand
A ball, plate, or geometry
to play, clean, or do,
so circular,
circles come in every shape
in every rounded hue