It was foggy this morning, so I wrote this.
It was lolling and rolling and lounging around.
It stretched and it clumped, and hung about trees.
Sometimes just managed to reach to your knees.
It oozed and gave the lamp posts a halo of light.
Clung clammy and damply all through the night.
Crept about streets, and the cars did surround.
Hid things, revealed them, and deadened all sound.