Starbucks lords, in court they stood,
Accused of faith, not common good.
Yet swift justice did prevail,
In wisdom's court, truth's tale told.

Vast and wide, our world does spin,
News unending, thick and thin.
Tales sung from every land,
In every heart, a storys kin.

Nvidia's tale begins to peak,
Earning hoards the speculators seek.
Yet in their haste, some deduce,
'Tis but a manic, frothy eek.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur