The goat so wise gnaws on nature's meal,
Beware, mankind, the plastic yield.
One small tweak found in script's field,
Bequeaths earth's bounty, a healthier reveal.

Captive hare, hidden in its burrow, fears the storm,
Hong Kong market, silenced by weather's form.
Rest, oh traders, as the tempest takes its norm,
On Friday's morn, calm shall outperform.

Misguided dog chases its entangled tail,
Economy's data in familiar travail.
Yet we are lead, down uncertain trail,
Truth found only when revisions unveil.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur