When Numbers Are Not Maths

Ever wanted to confess to your loved one but never really knew how? Ever thought that your not the slightest bit romantic? Well my friend, You've come to the right place.

Now my fellow geeks and nerd who love numbers unlike myself, embark yourself on a poem like never before.

Square Root Of Three

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 will 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

Poem extracted from Harold & Kumar - Escape from Guantanamo Bay.


Now recite it to your love ones and see as their face lights up to the joy of....



laughter.