Lo! Microsoft, the giant, does find grace,
Forsooth, the U.K. hath given it space.
A deal worth billions, a struggle long,
In wine-that-soothes, they now belong.

Ah, Nikkei doth fall, a wistful turn,
Tech and Pharma, in beer they mourn.
Their stocks descend, like ale into a tun,
Enforced by the tightening of the Fed's spun.

Mixed doth metals stand, unsure, unfound,
Gold ascends whilst others go 'round.
As Metal's Week closes its uncertain squint,
Let's all drowned our fears in Saint Arnold's mint.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur