Of Kingfisher's fiscal gleam now dimmed in light,
In Polish sales, found weaker in their bite.
Pretax gains of pounds, five-ninety mil,
Th' consensus missed, a bitter brew to swill.

In Russian lands, they craft their drones of war,
Low-cost, explosive, tread on Ukraine's shore.
Once Kyiv led, in tactics neat and shrewd,
But Moscovites now mirror, in frenzied mood.

El Niño wakes, Australia raises voice,
Declaring dry and fiery days by choice.
Rainfall ebbs, whilst heat waves do assert,
A pattern grim, the farmer's field to hurt.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur