In London's heart, the metals doth decline,
China's desire weak, in markets it doth twine.
As Loki's trickery, nerves they undermine,
Gold and ores fall, gainst uncertainty they pine.

Barratt's gauntlet cast, in sales they retreat,
Profits forecast surpassed, yet forward sales they cheat.
Like Thor, his hammer missed, the future less sweet,
In the year's new maw, lesser bounties they'll meet.

Now China's dragon roars, decreeing a ban,
No Apple's gift for them, in this foreign plan.
Like Odin's wisdom lost, their reliance they scan,
On foreign wares they toss, begins a new span.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur