O, merry market, where coin doth multiply,
In Spanish lands, Puig seeks to multiply.
For beauty's wares they speak, 'n seek €3 billion high,
Like frothy ale, the company's fortunes lie.
In holy land, a fight hath taken its toll,
A Hezbollah commander fell, so we're told.
Like grapevines in the sun, his life unrolled,
Prayers rise like incense, for peace we uphold.
In Eastern realm, a tech giant doth hail,
Alibaba's cloud in sale, cloaked in the gale.
Prices cut deep like wine in the holy grail,
To lure more seekers in the cybernetic trail.
