I’m sure that I will always beA lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,Why must my three keep out of sightBeneath 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 1.7321Such 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 multiplyTo form a number we prefer,Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bondsWith the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become ungluedYour love for me has been renewed
gonna get back on my tumblr game.
i’ve seriously always just wondered what a cashew looked in the shell..and today I finally just googled it and found this perfect little article on it.