This is the poem Fog, by Rafeal Chambers.  It comes from Powums for the Immachure, Colectid by Cheops Dorn.  It is reprinted without permission.

(This is a booklet that I bought in Yellow Springs, Ohio, about twenty years ago.  The idea behind the thing is phonetic spelling.  That adds a cute twist to the fun poem.)


It wuz foggey.  It wuz foggey

evreywhare.  It wuz, in fact,

foggey over the hoal wurld.

The fog icstendid unyuzialey hie.

It startid at the ground an went up.

Planes cood not get tu the top uv it.

It went aull the way up tu the moon.

Moon peepul sed, “It’s foggey.”

The fog ixtendid out intu space.

The sun hisst az it swept thrue the fog.

Stars cood not fynd thair orbits

and began wonndering aimlisley, laust.