Fog

I've been trying to write a rubbishy poem about fog. Here it is:

Fog is a strange word
Fog makes the world blurred
Fog backwards is Gof,
which isn't a word or a thing
But it does descend from above
And hovers on the ground
Freezing fog is to be feared
And it is always good when the fog has cleared.

There we go a blog about fog.
Worst blog ever.