Is it like wearing a shoe that fits too tight
and when you take it off you feel delight?
Whence derives this joy of flexing?
Isn't it really quite perplexing?
So, why do the Germans have this fest in October? Does September leave them feeling too sober?
Wet asphalt under cloudy skies Reflecting the glowing yellow-white eyes Of cars responsibly creeping To work when they’d rather be sleeping.
A scene is something that's seen. So, based upon what they mean, I thought they were related - But they're not, and I'm feeling deflated!