Attempting to write prose

Is like catching Carroll’s snark-

It’s an elusive little beast

Though Erwin may call it a beauty

Like he does with alligators-

We writers know better

Prose is the hardest beast to tackle.

Are we just poets because we are cowards?

I wonder.

It’s just as well-

The tacky khaki shorts one wears on safaris

Don’t look good on me anyways.