At market's tavern met a somber fate,
Stocks, bonds, and gems, all nursed a small retreat.
Where drink and trade and jolly games initiate,
Alas, the Dow, Nasdaq and S&P tasted defeat.

A scheme as cunning as the vintner's brew,
With pumps and strength, Israel hath wrought.
The darkened tunnels 'neath where Gaza grew,
Now fear the salted tide with danger fraught.

There's havoc in the brewery at Johnson&J.,
A top man gone, and all the realm's astir.
With mugs aloft, the company doth pray,
To find a worthy soul these kegs to stir.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur