Within the walls of German hearths, dread creeps,
Minus twenty-eight in count, confides the keep.
Tri-monthly worsening, on frail wings hope weeps,
Recoverys hopes in solemn arms are laid so deep.

In the land of UniCredit, fortunes rise,
Guidance ascends anew, reaching the skies.
Third-quarter boon forecasts promises nice,
6.5 billion for shareholders - a noteworthy prize.

The Orange groves yield a generous share,
Meeting expectations with time to spare.
Confirmed, their outlook for times near and fair,
'tis the third quarter's fruitful, enduring ware.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur