One day at dawn a poet rose
And thought he\'d try his hand at prose
To poet pals he met at park
He said, \"That\'s how I\'ll make my mark!\"
Loquacious lad like Marcel Proust
His brevity just needed boost!
As poet, he\'d been stuck in mud
Like lotus bloom bound up in bud
He longed to be verbose in verse
But deep inside his heart did nurse
A need to nurture novel long
So sure that stanzas suited song
Or sentimental, love-filled line
While he was craving stronger wine
That flowed effusively like stream
A sea of endless words - his dream!