In the distant land where dragons slay and dwell,
Fair currencies align, in tune with treasury's bell,
The U.S. price index, the dragon's looming well,
Ales round 'gainst uncertainty, in taverns they do tell.

In the Holy Land where David's Star doth shine,
Against the threat of darkened hearts, Israel must find a line.
Tales of exile stirring in the orbs of brine,
Say "Pass the wine!", we face the dread, for God hath drawn the sign.

In the lands of endless summer, where the sand meets the sea,
Standeth COP the twenty-eight, in Dubayy's decree.
Speak they of the warming earth, and fossil fuels free,
In the monastery's brewery, we pray, their minds agree.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur