Hmmmmmm..

I fear that i always be a lonely number like root three…
A three that is always good and right…
Why must my three keep out of sight?
Beneath a vicious square root of sign…
I wish instead I were 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 irrationally,
when hark, just what is this I see,
Another square root of three…
has quietly come waltzing by,
together now we multiply,
form a number we prefer,
rejoicing as integer…
we break free from our mortal bonds,
and with a wave of magic wands,
a square root sign become unglued,
and love for me has been renewed…