I’m sure that I will always beA lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,Why must my three keep out of sightBeneath 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’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321Such 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 multiplyTo form a number we prefer,Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bondsWith the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become ungluedYour love for me has been renewed
-David Feinberg
reference- http://halfawake.wordpress.com/2008/05/03/harold-and-kumar-poem/
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