French data weak, bonds doth fall,
Merchants' cries echo in the hall.
An ale's predictable fall from grace,
Like France's plight, leaves bitter taste.

Yet in this time of market strain,
Brother Dollar's sight for gain.
Like the monk awaiting brewer's yield,
Ere the grain in fertile field.

Stellantis, thy sign is cast again,
Samsung SDI, thy inky pen.
A second shrine to craft electric ale,
On American soil, shall we prevail.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur