In lands of distant, the tale doth unfold,
Takeda Pharmaceutical, a titan of old,
Second-quarter net loss, its heartache is told,
Impairment of products, profits not bold.

Unilever, the giant, in market's cold grace,
In the churn of the sales missed much in race,
Though ice-cream be culprit of slowing pace,
Strategic shifts absence, puts worry's trace.

From halls of Mercedes, wails of despair,
Third-quarter saw earnings in need of repair,
Passenger sales decline, a sorrow to bear,
Tech investments weigh heavy, 'tis a burdensome affair.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur