Of SVB Bank's quite mysterious folly,
In far-off Caymans sandy dunes and holly,
Depositors, with nary a guaranty,
Didst win, with Gods good reason, their petty.

In Britain's busy workshops, one, two, three,
Car-man does prove his fruitful industry.
His metal steeds, now green in energy,
In number and in virtue, rise like the sea.

Of new-found trouble in the East, we tell,
As China's dragon economy doth fell.
Is the Emperor's hand weak, who can dwell?
In God's good time, the story will nell.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur