On Jansen, the BT chief, his departure is nigh,
The search for replacement doth rise high.
Pray, his successor hath not swallowed too much ale,
Lest BT's course into stormy seas doth sail.

Novartis, in heart, their patent's lost in fray,
Delaware's court hath cast it away.
Yet, they hold their outlook firm and stout,
In trust of God, they harbour no doubt.

To Sunak and Charles, Biden goes to share,
A trip to Europe, a breath of fresh air.
Then it's to Lithuania, the summit awaits,
God bless their travels, and keep them from debates.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur