Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Sitting on the lily pad

Just a lonely guy

Hoping for summer romance as the days whiz by

It’s only a small pond he thinks, there should be many girls to spy

But every female frog he sees just paddles right on by

Suddenly he sees a flash of green coming up on his left side

She hops right on beside him and speaks

He thinks he’s about to die

Hi there cutie, mind if I sit here with you

And that is when he noticed she had lovely eyes of blue.

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