In German lands where conflict is ever forecast,
A story unfolds, nay recession does it hold fast.
From April to June, her fortunes in her mast,
With Winter's teeth loosened, her household vows to last.

To the East we sail, where Taiwan mends her heart,
From contraction's icy grip, an economic fresh start.
A bloom in her chest, a second quarter smart,
Rising by measure, a canvas of hopeful art.

A canvas drawn by AstraZeneca, a story's deft weave,
Her shares rise, the market sighs, in her promise, they believe.
Second quarter gifts bestowed by the merchant in her reprieve,
Lies a tale of growth untold, a longer term reprieve.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur