A Poem

How often do you come across a math poem? Well here's one for you guys....

I fear that Ill always be,
a lonely number like root three.

The three is all that's 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 Ill never see the sun, as 1.7321 (sq root 3 = 1.7321)
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality.

When hark! Is this what 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 a wave of magic wands,

Our square root signs become unglued,
And love for me has been renewed.


Although this may sound nerdy, but i still think its cool! And when The Pro thinks its cool, IT IS!

Oh and I almost forgot to say,
For I did not create this myself, no way,
Its from a show I watched earlier today,
And that is - Harold and Kumar, Escape from Guantanamo Bay.

Hey I can rhyme....Not bad not bad at all, LOL.
(ps: go watch that show!)