sexta-feira, agosto 01, 2008
The Square Root of 3
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!, 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.
in Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay
