In the realm of barley and of hop,
AB InBev's sales did surely top.
Yet from the West, a fall in sales,
Their mighty ship battles gales.

Lo, bold Lufthansa lifts its flight,
In revenues, a welcome sight.
Yet heavy costs weigh down their wings,
In these tumultuous dealings of kings.

From the bank with the General's name,
Comes a profit casting off shame.
Yet earnings fall, outlooks blur,
In France's heart, financial stir.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur