Oh my God!  There are fish in the fog! 

As I stood there staring into the mist 

There suddenly appeared small fish.

They danced and played and chased each other 

In and out of the old shipwreck 

That I could hardly see through the fog. 

They swam around the castle 

With its tall, dark turrets

And I spotted, momentarily, a small sign..  

Just visible were the words "No FISHING "

As the fish ducked and dived 

In what was now pea soup 

I wondered to myself 

How have they all survived! 

This fog is so unnatural 

And very worrying too 

' Cos it's found inside my fish tank 

The waters just like stew! 

I inherited the tank and fish 

From Grandad Pete, who died. 

Now I know nothing about fish 

And less about tanks

But I have learned that clear water 

Can turn into this murky piss. 

There are two monster plecs 

Still alive in the fog 

But I haven't seen them in days! 

Have just heard their loud plop

As they came up for air 

And crash back in the water 

Almost in despair.

I have water filters and heaters 

Even water softeners too 

But I'm afraid I haven't solved 

The mystery of the fish in the fog!