Bank Walk

I set up an account online, and failed
to fund it with a transfer from within.
I tried correction via chat – assailed
by stupid prompts, and soon had to begin
again with “press or say.” I never nailed
the answer till I turned to origin.
I visited the bank to get things right –
I took a walk and more than one nice sight.

(Ottava Rima)

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