Dimon, the keeper of the Chase grand,
A million of shares shall slip from his hand.
Like ale from a barrel, his wealth shall flow,
First time for such a financial show.

As leaves fall, so doth the market's might,
Correction cometh in autumn's twilight.
The Dow and the S&P feel the bite,
But the Nasdaq hath seen a little light.

Bankman-Fried, in court doth stand,
Confessing errors in his command.
Though he spilled like a clumsy alewife,
He swears he's not filched a penny, by his life!

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur