The Square Root of 3 by Dave FeinbergI’m sure that I will always beA lonely number like root threeThe 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 nineFor nine could thwart this evil trick,with just some quick arithmeticI know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321Such is my reality, a sad irrationalityWhen hark! What is this I see,Another square root of a threeAs quietly co-waltzing by,Together now we multiplyTo form a number we prefer,Rejoicing as an integerWe break free from our mortal bondsWith the wave of magic wandsOur square root signs become ungluedYour love for me has been renewed
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The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg
I’m sure that I will 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 I’ll 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
Post a Comment