Wallabee Is Treated Better At Dmv
Numbers are given out randomly at the DMV.
No problem if you ask my roo Wallabee and me.
Wallabee gets his license renewed right away.
I sit and wait through noon ‘til the very next day.
Guess they liked you better than me I say to him.
He laughs and points to our other pal Old Jim.
They are prejudiced against women he says to me.
So what else is new? I ask my gloating pal Wallabee.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
