In Francisco's heart, where great traders lay low,
IKEA, the Swede, with new trappings does sow,
A bulwark 'gainst empty, for shoppers daylight,
Office serfs also find solace in sight.

In the land of the free, where the Eagle soars high,
A war takes its toll, 'neath the wide azure sky.
Over gratuity, the battles are fought,
In the halls of the eatery, peace is sought.

Lo! Hilary's tempest takes aim at the shore,
Californian lands trepid for what's in store.
Untried by the storm, now the wind's loud declaim,
Braces the South for the hurricane's claim.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur