Like a hare bounding o'er a stile,
Microsoft makes amends, brings a smile.
In clouds, a game doth grow,
U.K Authority, accepts the flow.

Sanofi, struck by a claw unseen,
Wounds of Forex, sharp and keen.
Sales recede, shares sigh and sec,
An ill-timed stumble, tethers a wreck.

A rise foreseen, by chart's keen eye,
U.S. yield, it aims the sky.
Over months two, the rabbit will run,
Yonder the moon, bound by no Sun.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur