For workers in Chevron's grand ale-vats contend,
Their labor, in faith, they'll not feebly expend.
Gorgon and Wheatstone bear 7% global weight,
The earth's thirst for natural gas will soon abate.

To the realm of Teutons, where gold flows in rivers mist,
Inflation has the burgher's wallet in a twist.
For prices have risen by 6.1 score,
Our good Brothers at ECB may ignore no more.

Once fair Venice, such comely sight,
Now is crushed by the tourist's might.
Yet fear not, pilgrims, for a fee is planned,
To tame the wild tourist band.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur