Legendary Nostradamus Prophet
wrote books on jam making
He never made a profit
detested homemade baking
He then looked into light bulb
then he saw that sign
saw world squashed to pulp
then planets did align
He saw major catastrophes
claimed 'world is nigh'
he did daily analyses
like who'd win football tie
He predicted nine eleven
plus other vile events
same with seven seven
plus lots more sick contents
the asteroid, the epidemic
a whole lot more besides
the endemic, the pandemic
plus those blood red tides
so Prophet Nostradamus
why do you cause us fear
Is it right, didn't like us
Or should we all cohere*
cohere* come or be in close contact with; stick or hold together and resist separation
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about a prophet. Not a bad idea to give a definition of a low usage word. I didn't think of that. See my poem Angelwalk 1 and shorty a follow-up.