In the realm called Nikkei, grief stirs the pot,
For Tech and Pharma shares have lost their lot.
Yet in every debacle, some reprieve is sought,
Finder's keep, in auto and bank shares they bought.

A warning from Sasol, the mariner at sea,
Of low tides in sales, predicted, in twenty twenty-three.
'Tis not a storm, but waves of instability,
As fiscal year of twenty four, dons a cloak of volatility.

Lo! Remy Cointreau, bearing tidings of a letdown fall,
Yet 'gainst adversity, stands steadfast and tall.
Though U.S. desires have ceased to be enthral,
By the next fiscal year, theyll meet their call.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur