Of steel steeds graced with silent trail,
Their numbers bloom as sales unveil,
In Europe lands, their ranks ascend,
In harmony, 'lectric and hybrid blend.

Yet ponder now on yonder shore,
How Treasury Yields might fall once more,
If market's hand in Fed's decree,
Should add to future tapestry.

Alas, in Britain's crowded mart,
Retail wanes, pulls on the heart,
High cost of living takes its toll,
Yet commerce we must console.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur