In thine realm where the coins do speak,
The dollar stands strong, no hint of weak.
In the range 'twixt score of two and three, it'll peak,
Reaped rewards from Middle East, in tongues that squeak.

Oh, to Taiwan, a partner lost in diplomatic dalliance,
Nauru's heart hath found elsewhere its balance,
From Taipei to Beijing, a seismic shift in allegiance,
A whisper on the wind, of political grievance.

In the Eurozone, the spin of fortune's wheel,
Bonds and syndications e'er casting the deal.
From recent hefty bounty of four ten and one,
In yon near term, the merriment may be done.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur