Bonnie and Clyde,
what’s mommy tryin’ to hide.
maybe the guy in tighty whiteys shootin’ the jive?
Time for her shift, she works where they solicit, “Do you want pie?”
Grease in her hair and mustard stains on her thigh,
they want her maximum try for her age,
like flags, they work at half staff and no raise for minimum wage.
Despite her age, she labors like a slave,
there are days she works her head off,
Children and adults run around like Ichabod Cranes.
A waitress and mom - everyone expects her to always solve...