In praise, as shimmering metals ascend
By US debt ceiling enmity end,
In markets' tide, with hope we gaze upon,
A thousand golden gleams of dawn, we fond.

Between fair German Bunds and French Oats sigh,
As downgrade risks rise, SocGen warns nigh,
Now in pursuit of union's ebb and flow,
Ten-year yield spread treads with cautious woe.

Ye April sun doth warm the shoppes in glee,
As UK’s sales rebound, fair growth we see,
Away, dread rain of March that brought us cold,
Now yield to easing energy's soft hold.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur