The Bank on high, with question yet unsaid,
In balance sheet, the tightening thread,
Neuberger speaks, their counsel to shed,
A goat's path taken, by programs led.

A hare retreats, as oil drops low,
Like dog's light slumber in midday glow,
The dollar ascends, Israel's bow slow,
In Gaza's land, no footsteps sow.

A snail's pace profit, TotalEnergies rise,
Through supportive price, its pace defies.
Shareholders cheered, their spoils the prize,
Third dividend hailed, 'neath 2023 skies.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur