Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Three

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 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...


It sounds pretty lame, but i just have to admit that im kinda amazed when i heard it for the first time. Never knew wthin such a hilarious movie Harold and Kumar 2: Escape from Guantanamo Bay, lies a brilliant poetry using mathematical as a genre. Three...

3 comments:

H e n r i c k said...

Haha... familiar poetry XD. Yea, the first time I watched this movie, I was amazed too =D

Dann said...

But seriously, the poetry KIAT!!!

yuki tenshi said...

read d 1st line nia it remind me of harold n kumar... n it really is from harold n kumar...-.-