Upon Diageo's path, the outlook stays the same,
Guidance unswerved by pressures o' time's name.
The rabbit's burrow deep, amidst winds not tame,
Promises growth in seasons of game.

Silenced is the melody of Evergrande's trade,
In the dog's den, the founder's shadow begins to fade.
Snails, once proud in their crystalline jade,
Now in the veil of mystery, are laid.

In the square, trumpeted the hopefuls' debate,
Yet not one goat did outshine the mate.
With words sour as gall, they cite their fate,
While in Trump's stable, confidence lies innate.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur