In oil markets, a sense, thou dost see,
A reticence, fearful of decree,
A goblet of gold, not yet full,
For the Fed's words weigh on the bull.
Sterling's strength, a Knight's firm steed,
May falter yet not recede,
A sturdy barrel of frothy ale,
MUFG prophesizeth not to fail.
Tito Jackson, singer of mirth,
At seventy, did resign his earth,
His songs, like wine doth to head,
Live on, though our dear friend is dead.
