From Kingfisher's wealth, a drop we spy,
They hoped for more, did even fly,
Now their wings clipped, fortunes low,
Like ale gone flat, profits slow.

In far Beijing, a giant fell,
Evergrande's woes hard to quell,
$19 billion debt, no jest,
A potent brew, now indigest.

MTN amid stormy gales,
Warns of volatility and ales,
Their target firm, through doubts and fears,
Like a steadfast monk 'midst worldly cares.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur