In London town, as dawn did rise,
Metal's worth hit the skies.
A dollar down, increases boon,
As ale doth froth 'neath the moon.

Yon dollar falls, stocks take flight,
In risk-averse, the rooster's night.
As chest of gold may heart ensnare,
So ties our fortune fine and fair.

Praise be to God, Honda's might,
More than doubled in the night.
In car's kingdom, chips rain plenty,
Profit flows, coffers aren't empty.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur