Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Gas Pass

Life was tough during World War II
For a gal trying to get by.
Gas was rationed, so what to do?
Well, to the ration board to cry.
My lashes batted, in tears welled.
The board was made up of all men.
My feminine charms got them spelled.
Using males - handy now and then.
I told them that my job required
Lots of driving and lots of gas.
My tale of woe was so admired,
The board gassed up this lying lass.

The extra gas did get my thanks.
Now I could rob some extra banks.