Like snails on a copper trail, strife found its way,
Iron and tin, in discord they stay.
In walled Washington's garden, no accord did bloom,
Beneath the shadowed summit's gloom.

The goat of Detroit, in labor's tight binding,
Uncertain path, its course now finding.
Leader Fain threats to widen the brawl,
Long six-weeks strike, may yet befall.

Courts high, like rabbits leap to their page,
Upon social scribes, their gaze engage.
Barred aide's grip on content disfavored,
By robes of justice, now shall be savored.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur