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.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur