Though dollars charm with modest gain,
Investors shy, "Hold fast to rein."
While sterlings fall proves but a trifle,
They falter still on greenback's chisel.

In Electrolux's troubled stead,
A loss bemoans, fortunes are shred.
To rid the Zanussi, a futile dance,
A world now shakes with fickle finance.

Next ABB, they rise, though orders wane,
Turning modest growth to golden grain.
Despite what falls in future shade,
A profit's song remains unfrayed.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur