A Radical Poem (I.e., Radical 3)

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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 keep out of sight
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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.
David Feinberg 
The Square Root Of Three

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