The Square Root of Three by David Feinberg

I fear that I will always be,
A lonely number like root 3
A three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight,
beneath a 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 one point seven three two one
Such is my reality,
A sad irrationality,
When Hark!
What is this I see?
Another square root of a 3
does 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,
and with a wave of magic wands,
our square root signs become unglued
and love for me has been renewed