In the realm of golden coins and the clamouring stock,
Where stress of banking stood as an unyielding rock.
BOE brings tidings sweet, a charm against the shock,
Resilient U.K. banks now at a solid dock.

Borne aloft was Euro, by the faltering dollar's fall,
The ZEW's fleeting weakness did bear no sway at all.
Against the dollar's lean, it stood both proud and tall,
The inflation data beckons, harken to its call.

The lifeblood of our commerce, the oil so black and deep,
Perched at heights not seen since April's gentle sleep.
From Russia's ship, less bounty does it weep,
Fulfilled at last, a vow of cuts they keep.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur