Upon Fitch's scored engendered,
Greece, in bond indices, remembered.
Praise God! The debtors may be rekindled,
Like ale in monks' belly, gently rippled.

Swiss Re, in plans fresh-unfurled,
Targets new gains in this world.
$3.6 billion, as prophesied,
Much like a well-aged wine, prized.

WTI's fall, two months long,
In charts doth seem less like a wrong.
Beneath $76, futures teetered,
Like monk's brew that hath just been metered.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur