Of metals slypp'ry, and the dollar stout,
In hawkish gaze doth Fed instill their clout;
As gold stay flat, base metals bow with strength,
God's will revealed in currency at length.

In oil doth fall, as global rates arise,
The cost to hold grows dear, producers wise;
For commodities, less appetite appear,
A tale that whispers in the ale-fed ear.

Siemens Energy, untimely recompense,
After scrapping outlook, profits hence;
A wind-turbine failure, dire rates do soar,
As monks, within God's grace, we do implore.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur