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I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three The three is all that's great and right Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath the vicious square root sign I wish instead I were a nine For nine could thwart this evil trick, with just a quick arithmetic I know I'll never see a sum, as 1.7321 Such as 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 With the wave of magic wands Our square root signs become unglued The love for me has been renewed write my research paper |