In the ale-house of finance, Powell the wise did say,
Tis time to guard the coffers, keep the scoundrels at bay;
Like a brewmaster discerning, proposals he'll see,
Strong regulation, supervision, thus be the decree.

O diverging rates of interest, make the Yen go astray,
Like wine continued pouring, its value doth decay;
Japan's realm, its worth in gold, soon may take a fall,
Analysts foretell, the weakest coin of all.

Brazen Netanyahu, his plan he doth remake,
Like an ale too bitter, a part he chose to take;
No power to challenge Court's say, the ruling he doth curb,
In the tavern of justice, the voice of many disturb.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur