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
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
Male carbon based bipedal life form capable of operating machines that can perform billions of operations per second without bloodshed. Also capable of producing millions of male reproductive cells on a daily basis without even trying.
eh, ni bukan dalam cerita Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay?
yes, it is. i thought i’d put it down here just for the sheer geeky/dorky nature of it.
what happened to square root of 5? or 7? 11? (and the rest of prime numbers?)