The Square Root of Three

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three kept 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
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
Your love for me has been renewed

- From Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay

Dedicated to my love. Awesome hor? :)