“The Square Root of Three” by David Feinberg

A rather nice poem that was used in the movie "Harold & Kumar, Escape from Guantanamo Bay". Sounded quite chessy when Kumar was reciting it but it's not too bad a poem; worth the read.


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 co-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
Your love for me has been renewed