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.