About me:
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 sum
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,
and with a wave of magic wands
our square-root signs become unglued
and love for me has been renewed.
Who I'd like to meet:
Flagstaffians.