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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Square Root of Three


I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

A three is all that’s good and right

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square-root sign?

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick

With just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun

like 1.7321

Such is my reality

A sad irrationality

When, hark, just what is this I see?

Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bond

and with a wave of magic wands

Our square root sign become unglued

And love for me has been renewed

credit: ‘Kumar Patel’ <Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay>


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