All those doomsday prophets, must lack logic I fear,
They don't think it through, about the day and the year
If the 21st is the day when the final toll shall be rung,
Somewhere its' the 20th, somewhere the 22nd has begun,
So be more specific, with special time zones and places,
To save you embarrassment of having egg on your faces,
Find something better to do, try spending a useful time,
Join the land of the living, and help me with this rhyme.