NOSTRADOMUS - SEER

You say in December of two-thousand twelve
The world will end as we know it
This means there will be nothing to defend
And naught can be done to abort it.

With all it's finality we can't avoid it
Just think; hours squandered to ponder this conviction
Nostradomus with predictions of historic predilections
Took the time and energy to record it.

Seer, you are no friend of this generation
We read you but owe you no confirmation
For this dastardly and consuming proclamation
You're a bad dream and a master of intimidation.
                                                       Lillian Heeney

          
(Picture of 
Lenox Halloween
Snow Globe)