I鈥檓 sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that鈥檚 good and
right,
Why must my three keep out of
sight
Beneath the 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鈥檒l never see the sun, as
1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad
irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal
bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become
unglued
Your love for me has been
renewed
- by Kumar (in harold n kumar)
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