Fog is like

Fog is like a diving plane

Twisting, turning, changing shape

Then Crash into our eyes, like a train,

Wearing a wispy, full-body cape.

With its big, gaping mane

It swallows light and dark alike,

Sometimes it seems totally insane

For it knocks the air out of your lungs as it strikes.

Fog is like a deep power nap

It awakes, then rests back into its place

Just like a deadly booby trap.

And you shall always lose the race

No matter how hastily you run

For fog is faster yet, it has already won.