Root 3....

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good 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 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

As 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 the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed

Bet most of you guys have watch Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo bay...this poem was one of the most awesome and clever poem i have heard..i havent really watch the movie yet but saw this on one of my frens fb....i really want to share it wit you dear...hope you feel the same way too...