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The Square Root of Three

12 Apr

by Dave Feinberg

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, arc! Just 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

– This poem is cute and romantic.


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Posted by on April 12, 2011 in Love, Poem

 

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