THE SQUARE ROOT OF THREE

I fear that I will always be
As lonely number 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 nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know that I’ll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality
As sad irrationally
When hark, just what is I see?
Another square root number three
Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed


A poem of love by
Kumar Patel
Harold and Kumar 2:
Escape from Guantanamo Bay