It's Wednesday, yes, 14th November
Dangerously closing on December.
The chill is here, it's in the air -- soon snow will fall, we dare prepare?
The shops, I fear, are dressed for sales
with red and green and silver bells.
I am not ready, I doth protest, we barely had our autumn rest!
The pumpkins still, hold guard at night
While cats go hunting with delight.
Alas, it's late, my bed is calling - good night to all -- to sleep I'm falling.