“Hippety hippety hop
I try and try to croak for she”
These days, I have became not only as called “galau”, I became an as called stalker. Day after day, I watch the beautiful princess live her life.
How gracefully she combs her hair.
How lightly she laughs to small jokes.
How heartily she smiles.
Oh my how I would like to croak her name!
But as hard as I try, still no croak came to my throat. I only can try and try and hope that magically my croak will come to stay.
One day, I forced my croak again and I was very surprised when a triumphant “Croak!” came to my ears. But when I tried again, why did it not come out again? I am confused!
Then I realized, the croak was not from me, but from another frog! A green spotted frog, and to my fears, his croak has grabbed the princess’s attention! My heart sank low, joining my missing croak.
Oh how would I like to croak her name.
This is written for G30HM December challenge. I wrote green spotted frog, but I drew a brown spotted frog. My bad.