A Math Poem

A Math Poem



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


haha,, ternyata matematika juga bisa jadi puisi!!