Saturday, October 19, 2013

Poetry #Hashtag

From one of the Harold and Kumar Movies, apparently.

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like 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 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
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer.
We break from our mortal bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands.
Our square root signs become unglued,
And love for me has been renewed.

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