In depths below, a search so dire,
For missing sub, a sound doth ring.
Canadian craft, to find and tire,
Time runs short, for air is thin.

A price unchanged, yet high it stands,
In U.K.'s grasp, inflation steady,
The BOE, with firm command,
Must tame the rise, their plans be ready.

From May's embrace, new cars ascend,
In Europe's land, sales leap and bound.
Electric steeds, their share extend,
Yet still below, what once was found.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur