Upon the cradle of the mighty Eurozone,
Bonds didst teeter, their grip nearly thrown.
The Norns' threads in the spinning date's concerned eye,
Their fates whirling as bond yields rise high.

'Tis the RBA's Watchman with a tale of strife,
A croak of warning through his insightful lyfe.
Tis reforms, he shouts, they seemeth not pure,
In the serpent's gaze, scrutiny must endure.

Now McCarthy, a chieftain with a will to mend,
Seeks to quell the strife and bring discord to an end.
A clash 'neath the dragon's eye, as talks unfurl,
'Twixt the GOP's and the Democrats twirling whirl.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur