Dice
Once was just for luck
Twice around for pleasure
Third around just wore me out
Each time I liked it better
Trying someone new each day
What a concept indeed to cherish
Left me wanting more and more
Great fun before I perish
Sex to me now just a game
Roll the dice to score
Lucky numbers two through twelve
Leaves me wanting more
This concept found long overdue
To fulfill this boring life
Each night a different partner
To relieve me of this strife
One day I know it all will end
The hand I play will lose
Luck will surely bring a halt
To the many I’ve often used
But until then roll one more round
Blow on the dice to win
I’ll score another night of fun
For I am a lucky man
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