Upon morn, the FTSE does bow and bend,
Guided by caution, towards a lower end.
Spring budget, ECB meet, 'n data of yore,
They shape its fate, of losses 'fore lore.

Behold! Japan's Nikkei soars high and vast,
First time it tips forty thousand, such contrast.
Joyous thoughts for corporate earnings do bubble,
In the realm of intelligence, chip-stocks double.

Alas, Evonik, thou faced a crumpled crest,
Announcing cuts to workforce, a troubling jest.
With eyes roving till twenty twenty-six, vault doth leak,
Seeking refuge in savings, as prospects seem bleak.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur