In Bayer's coffers, a grievous wound,
Roundup weedkiller under legal mound.
Yet like vines in spring, verdicts sway,
In favor of the plaintiffs this fine day.

To the town small and sprightly, we raise our mugs,
Outstripping New York, its wealth snug.
More costly than any city's zip,
In ale and gold, a merry trip.

Gaza's largest leech-house doth patients bleed,
Palestinians towards the south proceed.
In wheelchairs or afoot, they go,
While Israel tightens its tethered hold.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur