In Cyberspace a potion doth chime,
Of slimness divine, yet not in due time.
'Mid promises of a figure so fine,
Unsanctioned it flows, like clandestine wine.

The market, alas, hath taken a fall,
Loss, like fermenting ale, doth appall.
The Dow, Nasdaq and S&P call,
A week's end bitter, stricken of gall.

In Gaza, two souls by Hamas confined,
'Gainst Israel's intent, liberation find.
Diplomacy, like mead, their fates hath twined,
Praise be to God, for his love is kind.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur