At H&M, sails rise, meager in delight,
A six-percent bounty, yet lacking in might.
But the ale-keg of margin aims for the height,
In four years hence, full ten percent in sight.

Bereft of his post, Minister Li,
In the kingdom of East, no longer shall he.
Questioned, removed, by powers that be,
Like to an empty wine bottle, tossed in the sea.

Inflationary monster, now taking a fall,
Gives corporate bonds a merry ball.
A modest growth, yet not small,
Like fine ale, to benefit all.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur