Of Chinese merchants sly and wise,
A murky Wind doth cloud our eyes,
No more shall foreign souls perceive,
Their shopping trends and images they leave.

A cunning ploy, these modern spies,
To track their spouse and sneak, descry:
"What hath he at the midday Inn?"
A question fraught with secret sin.

Now Alo Yoga shines, ascends,
With garments sleek, their game transcends,
As saints and sinners garbed alike,
Defeatst the Nike and Lulu in the fight.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur