In garments scarce, so sheer and thin,
The bravest maidens, baring skin,
Where sea-born gods and giants stride,
Their dresses whisper like the tide.

As thunderclouds anon arise,
To hide the sun from watching eyes,
The dread of battles fought once more,
Trump and Biden stand ashore.

As crafty Loki, spawned by fire,
Meta's journey doth inspire,
Zuckerberg with thoughts profound,
Seeketh knowledge with no bound.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur