There, Foxconn rides the sea of gold,
Keen as an eagle, margins unfold.
Despite the stormy weather's rage,
Their third-quarter profit stamps the page.

A tale of gain, from southern strand,
Where Australia's stocks in brightness stand.
Weigh anchor with Nikkei in sight,
Presidential meeting stirs the night.

And hark, words ring around the sphere,
"What's News: World-Wide", rings loud and clear.
A skald, I capture these as lore,
As history's ship sails evermore.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur