A LOG AND A JOG

I went to the park to give it a jog,
And I slammed into a tree because of the fog,
Now, O.K. I would be,
Not so much for the tree,
It tipped over and is now called a log.

HUNTING LEACHES FROM A PERCH

The leach knew he was in a lurch,

When the raven flew down from his perch,

But, a breeze full of smog,

Filled the bird's view with fog,

Then, the raven failed in his search.