Wednesday, 9 December 2009

a math poem enjoy

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 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, 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 a magic wands

Our square-root signs become unglued

And love for me as been renewed