In Europe's midst, oil's blackened sea
Holds ground, with gains unyielding be,
By data spurred, the Saudi creed
As tyrants warn, their needs to feed.
To Dortmund's borough, tidings fair
A rise in confidence fills the air,
Minus twenty-four, forecast divine,
By GfK, the purse strings now unwind.
Bold Coca-Cola, in valiant quest,
Reaffirms its target, meets the test,
Guidance steady, with margins gold,
Eternal growth its fate foretold.
