The dollar's plight, oh a dire refrain,
Data cautions the monetary rain,
Yet bear ye witness, to the Fed's solid chain,
For July, a hike, it boldly does declaim.

Upon the steady dance of oil's game,
Cuts in the production, true events we name,
Betwixt OPEC's grasp and demand's subtle claim,
The crude price's echo, remains the same.

Bang & Olufsen, thy profits feel the strain,
Yet for thy EBIT margin, a promise does deign,
Thine outlook steeped in caution's domain,
In uncertainty's grasp, the Future may ordain.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur