*Kumar Patel **: ****[reciting the poem ‘The Square Root of 3’] *I fear that I will always be / A lonely number like root three / 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 1.7321 / Such is my reality, a sad irrationality / When hark! What is this I see, / Another square root of a three / Has 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.
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Maybe I could get into you and your innie 😏 If you ever wanted to share it someday, I’d be delighted to see 😀
Am I a golden rectangle, as in the golden ratio ~1.618? I’m afraid I’m far too imperfect for that ideal.
Omg, talk nerdy to me, baby. 😈
How your comment makes me feel:
Okay, but we need to be discrete.
Let’s start by finding the optimum angle to divide your legs 👅