In market's vast sea, oil floats high,
'Tis ten-month peak that meets the eye.
Supply cut worries, make stead the price,
In barrell's dearth, is dealer's dice.

Gilts are ripe, and promising seem,
RBC doth on auction beam.
With three point seven, billion sum tapped,
January, the gilt unwrapped.

UK's purse doth shrink, not unexpected,
In July's swoon, the yield's affected.
Bank of England tightens grasp,
While Cooling winds our faces clasp.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur