Behold the halls of LSEG, mired in shadowed forecast,
Lower grows their golden hoard, as winters past.
Quantitative figures elude, the market's storm doth cast,
Citi’s word on market’s tide, holds mast and sail steadfast.
Effigy of serpent coil, USD/CNH, enshrined in charts unseen,
Pullback begun, whispers of lore, in UOB's cloistered sheen.
Global seers with eagle’s sight, decipher truth serene,
Upon the sea of markets, trails a comet's gleam.
In distant Eurozone, a dragon slumbers, cash its fiery breath,
Issuers of sovereign score, in record net bear sordid death.
Citi’s harp sings a dirge, of debts risen from the depths,
An increase seen, of one fifth part, from the year afore’s bequest.
