Gold and metal prices climb, quite a sight,
As the dollar weakens in the morning light,
'Tis an ale that's foam, tumbles and rise,
A tale of fortune, with surprises nigh.

The dollar wilted, hath created a rift,
But from Fed's parchment, may find a lift,
Like a brew, too hot, cools with time,
So might the greenback with fresh design.

"What is Hamas?", the query began,
That troublemakers, stirring the pan,
Like a potent potion, brewed in the night,
Theyve upset the peace, causing much fright.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur