LostSole
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A frog hopped in, bold as brass,
Carrying himself with ribbeting class.
He cleared his throat with a croaky tone,
And said, “Excuse me, miss, I need a loan.”
The teller blinked, her smile slight,
“A frog with credit? That’s a sight!
What’s your plan? Do tell me quick,
We’ll see if you’re worth a lily-lick.”
The frog stood tall (well, best he could),
"I want the best home in the neighborhood.
A lily pad that's top-notch chic,
A place where frogs will stop and peek!”
The teller laughed. “That’s quite the pitch,
But banks need collateral, not a wish.
Got anything to pledge or pawn?
Or is this idea just a froggy con?”
The frog stood firm, not to be denied,
He pulled out a charm with quiet pride.
A golden clover, bright and rare,
Its shimmer catching the teller’s stare.
The teller blinked, her head held still.
“A charm like this won’t foot the bill.
Do you have more, or is this it?
The boss won’t like this, not one bit.”
She called the boss, a stern old chap,
Who waddled in with a brisk clap-clap.
He eyed the charm, then gave a grin:
“Hopportunity awaits—let's jump in!”
Now the frog resides in the grandest pad,
The envy of every froggy lad.
With a charm of gold and dreams so great,
His life transformed by a leap of faith.
Carrying himself with ribbeting class.
He cleared his throat with a croaky tone,
And said, “Excuse me, miss, I need a loan.”
The teller blinked, her smile slight,
“A frog with credit? That’s a sight!
What’s your plan? Do tell me quick,
We’ll see if you’re worth a lily-lick.”
The frog stood tall (well, best he could),
"I want the best home in the neighborhood.
A lily pad that's top-notch chic,
A place where frogs will stop and peek!”
The teller laughed. “That’s quite the pitch,
But banks need collateral, not a wish.
Got anything to pledge or pawn?
Or is this idea just a froggy con?”
The frog stood firm, not to be denied,
He pulled out a charm with quiet pride.
A golden clover, bright and rare,
Its shimmer catching the teller’s stare.
The teller blinked, her head held still.
“A charm like this won’t foot the bill.
Do you have more, or is this it?
The boss won’t like this, not one bit.”
She called the boss, a stern old chap,
Who waddled in with a brisk clap-clap.
He eyed the charm, then gave a grin:
“Hopportunity awaits—let's jump in!”
Now the frog resides in the grandest pad,
The envy of every froggy lad.
With a charm of gold and dreams so great,
His life transformed by a leap of faith.
