As the German rain prospers, so does the yield,
Between the fox of two-and-half and snail's field,
The core of inflation, a rabbit's path in sight,
The bonds rate end, like day succumbs to night.

Upon the once sturdy trunk sat Lenovo's nest,
Whilst profit tumbled, it still beat all the rest,
The market's favour, once a joyous feast,
Now fallen leaves, tossed east by the fabled beast.

From yonder horizon, Siemens sends a crow,
Whispering of slower growth in the wintry glow,
The dance of automation, a melody deferred,
Awaiting the second half, when the rabbit is stirred.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur