In skies of profit, Ryanair soars,
With wealth amassed on distant shores,
Full-year revenue doth bode well,
In fiscal tales, the fates foretell.
As hares do bound in fields of green,
So rise the U.K.'s scapes unseen,
House prices in the month of May,
Atop record heights, they gray.
But yonder in the East, a frown,
On jests of arms, they cast a gown,
Li Haoshi's folly spreads afar,
A chill upon the arts doth mar.
