Friday, May 2, 2008
Harold And Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Baythis is a lovely poem from that show and i really liked it a lot.. tks biondi for showing me the whole poem haha.. sometimes i wish i had recorded down what i said to the wall so i could put up a challenge for this haha..
The Square Root of 3
by Kumar Patel
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
Life N MemOries } {9:55 PM}
