From recession's well, pulls Germany out,
With second quarter spawn of sturdy stout,
Now economic vines are sprouting stout,
In the grapes of growth, there's nary a doubt.

Young Ramaswamy, in his thirty-eighth year,
Against Trump, he brandishes debate's spear,
Yet, a mighty alehouse strategy is unclear,
In the game of thrones, the crown draws near.

Oh, woe to Lahaina, kissed by flame,
Through Hawaiian Electric, comes a fiery claim,
Ale dark as night, tastes of sorrow and shame,
In trial by fire, there's much to tame.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur