Ye dollar weak, a truth declared by sages,
DHF speaks in our tumultuous ages.
In yon first half, an interest cut looms,
In market's heart, uncertainty blooms.

Fear not, dear folk, for Goldman Sachs proclaims,
That core bonds keep steadied our financial games.
Through unrest vast and growth's fickle trends,
Such assets yield a buffer that defends.

Alas, in Britain's fertile, teeming land,
The public coffers stretch to meet demand.
Chancellor Hunt, scarce room to wield his tax,
For Autumn's statement bears a heavy axe.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur