Posted by: Gomzy | July 28, 2008

Poem of Numbers


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

With just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun

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



  1. Interesting to know.

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