Bonds of the Eurozone, once on steady feet,
Weakening now, a recovery discrete,
Their yields do rise, though treasures yet lie neat,
Thus, Bund's restraint in Commerzbank's defeat.

The artisans of Germany feel weight,
Four months of ebb, the losses won't abate,
Less industrious in frosty month of late,
Decreasing yield, unwanted twist of fate.

Yet, Engie sings a sweeter song of wealth,
With profits growing, bolstering their health,
Their outlook glows, their year-end forecast stealth,
Of non-nuclear gains amassed by stealth.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur