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...