Kumar Patel's Lame Poem

The poem recited by Kumar in Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay

I fear that I will be a lonely number like root three

a three is all that's good and right
why must my three keep out of sight?

Beneathe a vicious square root sign wish instead I were a nine

for nine could thwart this evil trick

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I will never see the sun as 1.7321

Such as my reality, a sad irrationality
when hark what is this I see?

another square root over three

is quietly waltzing by

Together now we multiply

form a number we prefer

rejoicing as an integer, we break free from our mortal bonds

and with the wave of a magic wand

our square root signs become unglued

your love for me has been renewed