The Square Root Of 3

May 25th, 2008

Taken from “Harold & Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay”:

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.

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