Nostradamian

A poem naming, in each line, a startling event which will occur during each month of the year and ending with a four-line glimpse of a more distant future

In January’s Honours List all men and boys are knighted.

February’s cut in tax leaves everyone delighted.

All of March becomes, by law, a national holiday.

April brings employees shorter hours and double pay.

May arrives with endless sun, blue skies and balmy seas.

And every pupil gets an A in June’s GCSEs.

July returns a World Cup to England once again

And August brings free air flights with an exodus to Spain.

September grants a share to all of Britain’s excess wealth

And dentists, in October, opt to join the National Health.

November sees our politicians lovingly unite.

December heralds bliss, and all our Christmases are white.

But in some distant dawning comes the hint of a surprise

When, beamed back to the present, those deluded by these lies

Awaken to discover things are rarely what they seem

And everything predicted here was nothing but a dream.