Thales, art thou not a God of lore,
Thou plottst for Cobham to acquire more,
In fabled France, the mead doth pour,
As gold in barrels, a billion four.

Oh Korea, a dragon thou art,
With missile's flight thou rouse a start,
To the Western king, thou dost impart,
Thine outrages song, dark as a tart.

Then lo and behold, the eagle's nest,
Thou art hacked, thine emails put to test,
From Eastern spies, an unwelcomed guest,
Oh, worthy tale for tavern's jest!

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur