From his heavenly market high and divine,
Seems Our Lord now curtails the bonds of wine.
Bearish spirits lurk, and though ephemeral their deeds,
Commerzbank sighs, for lasting relief recedes.

In the realm of Britain fair, a quandary anew,
Wages rich like robust brew.
O BoE! Thy decision tough yet just,
For inflating ales should be put in trust.

Lo! In the Orient, a fruitful quarter born,
Japan's purse swells with the grain and corn.
By good Saint Arnulf, exports are in bloom,
And foreign visitors within their realm do assume.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur