Once, BP did mark profits exceeding great,
Now lesser wealth their coffers doth bate,
With flat oil's yield and margins squeezed,
Their gilded dream now findeth freeze'd.

In lands where wine and bread doth reign,
Economy's pulse hath met with strain.
As exports stumble, gold flow wanes,
In France, harsh scarcity attains.

From Vodafone, news hails clear and loud,
To Zegona, their Spanish shroud.
In shiny coin and preference shares,
A deal is sealed, fortune dares.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur