In songs of silver bold and bright,
'Tis dollar's climb sets heart alight.
Fed whispers stall rate's mournful plight,
This week in eye of day and night.

Yet oil, like snails, ascends just slight,
Though bearish spirit takes its mite.
A stronger dollar's challenging fight,
Keeps market's meek hope out of sight.

In Europe, stocks like rabbits fight,
After heartfelt vote in dimmed twilight.
Macron's men retreat with sight,
Of Le Pen's party showing might.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur