In midst of stormy seas they sailed,
And bound to fast, their fortune failed,
Judge cast a spell on JetBlue's path,
Thwarting the pact that roused DOJ's wrath.

Upon his mighty windswept tower,
Sage Powell, the Fed's guarded bower,
Pondered to the tempest hour,
Steady interest rates, for the ship of power.

As waves of rage and strife did swell,
A conflict in Nebraska's dell,
Issue contentious, battle fierce,
'Twixt those who would the norms transverse.

Abortion's storm and gender's tide,
Each side the other, were cast aside,
The bill, with mighty pen thus hurled,
Debated fiercely in yon New World.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur