Mathematical Proposal

    ‘The Square Root of Three‘ by David Feinberg
    I’m sure 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
    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
    As quietly co-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