Oh God, Roll Again

The wonder of a roll of dice
Is that you can roll once or twice
The probability of any face
Remains the same, constant, precise

You have me tied, I cannot see
With these blindfolds you’ve put on me
I cannot predict what the next will be
What lovely surprise awaits me?

It’s just one number, just one score
A kiss, a pinch, or something more?
Each independent trial lets us do
Something our parents would abhor

You roll, you do, I gasp, and then
I thank those intelligent men
For their geometric distribution
Makes me scream, “Oh God, roll again!”