Hear, I sing of Ashanti gold,
Struck by woes untold,
In Brazil, their fortunes hold,
Weaved in a tale of earnings cold.

In the east, a dragon keen,
In its claws, policy unseen,
Liquidity, its treasure sheen,
A cut in RRR, amongst tools, play the queen.

Vonovia, despite the blow,
Holds its head high in the snow,
Revenue fell, earnings slow,
Yet they grimly face the coming woe.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur