The I's Have It

I crossed my I’s, I dotted my t’s As I waited in line for hell to freeze For what I had written I’d surely be smitten By the scourge of the black hooded maniacal Nun Determined to purge my life of all fun Somehow I knew it – that I shouldn’t do it But that voice in my head said “go ahead, screw it” I dotted my t’s and crossed my I’s And it was the cause of my early demise. John G. Lawless ©8/22/2022