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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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