The kind associated with rank.
Is it a crank?
To laugh why the eyes are frank,
Is it a prank?
Reading from a book looking blank,
Just as in the plank,
Standing in the flank,
To exude swank,
The kind associated with rank,
Picking from the bank.
So where is the bank?
Something not on the riverbank,
But from the heart's tank,
The one that does not elude, thanks,
Thank you for the kind of prank,
To euphemize the spank,
To ignore the clank,
Letting go of the yank.
So what is the bank?
Something called the banker's Bank,
Where what withdraw is thank,
No matter the crank,
Be it the top rank,
Be it lower like the shank,
Letting go of the frank,
So not to sink, as they sank,
To exude swank,
The kind associated with rank.
