With gold in free fall, a crisis doth call,
The dollar rises, Fed chatter apprises.
Like ale that's bitter, investors a'twitter,
Their hopes now as brittle as old potter's litter.
The dollar doth climb, taking its time,
Markets pruned as in a winter time rime.
The rate cuts, they falter, at the High Altar,
Brothers Harriman proclaim, 'tis no matter to alter.
Behold China's grace, in the visa race,
For Australians, a friendly embrace.
Li's decree, a welcome spree,
Like wine poured free, in holy jubilee.
