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'll 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 interger..
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..
notakaki : bahagia. laptop sudah kembali ke pangkuan setelah hampir 2 bulan terpisah :')
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