In Sainsbury's court, the scribes do tell,
Of sales that rise and doubt that fell.
The price of bread no longer unkind,
A blessed relief for common mind.

A wagers place, of wealth profound,
In Casinos hall, two offers found.
EP Global and Fimalac's hold,
In golden talents, their stories told.

In carbon's keep secrets lie,
HP, Holcim, and Nestlé sigh.
Take heed, they say, and start to count,
For in small deeds, large woes surmount.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur