Quatrains

I have a newfound respect for Nostradamus. Somewhat for the predictions, which are impressive for their sheer volume. And somewhat for making things believable enough that people take it seriously and yet vague enough that you can't say "ha, he was wrong." But mostly for the quatrains.

I have this great prediction that fits the vague-yet-believable standard, but I just can't make a quatrain. I wish I were a poet. Ideally a poet that can integrate vague terms, metaphors and allegorical imagery, and the occasional made-up word that can be anagrammed about a bazillion ways. Oh well.

Hoedi?