King Louis the 16th of France
Was not sold on astrology,
Decided to give it a chance.
The best astrologer there be,
Louis ordered beheaded, but
Did so in secret, so to ask
The astrologer pre the cut
To do the 'when will you die' task.
Did the astrologer get wind
Of Louis' order that he die?
Who knows, but as to his own end,
The astrologer did reply,
'I shall die 3 days before you.'
Louis was not sure what to do.
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