In UBS's haughty hall, a wisp of glee,
Credit Suisse upheaval causes no dismay.
In banks holds sway, inflow free, towards sea,
Third quarter thrives, as dogs make their own way.

Mighty Idalia, pelts the coast with scorn,
Through Carol's land she whirls, a tempest born.
In wake, snails drawn from their shell, forlorn,
The rabbit's burrow floods, and power's torn.

In India's market, a tale spun of gold,
Adani rebuts claims by critics bold.
A goat, they say, has bought its own wool sold;
Alas, each story twisted, truth enfolds.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur