The Square Root of Three

Taken from the movie ‘Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay’, this is the best poem I have ever heard (being a programmer of course 🙂 )

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

Here’s that clip in the movie 🙂