Hard to know how long you have been Asleep When you wake from The Sintering Summer's languid Creep, the Fog, thy Shadows, The Nightmarish Winter Observered by us, via the Autumnal Quarter Splinter, Equal Days, And Orthogonal Nights, the Equinox, requires unorthodox Frights, Days get shorter, As night encroaches, and Spirits emerges, Like unseen Cockroaches, In for a Penny, and In for a Pound, Don't be Surprised, When the Bomb-Sirens Sound, This is, after all, is the First of October, Try not to be surprised, if this month gets 'Spookier' Once it is over.