Of highest stocks in London's wake
Progress o'er debt, signs they make
Yet time runs thin, on June's horizon
A fragile stance, where fate lies uncertain
Casino now with creditors parleys
Serried debts entangled, harried qualms
To Intermarche, some stores away
A conciliation born, the fray
A noble tipster sang of Ericsson's bribe
Their secrets whispered, they could not hide
Awards, vast sum, the tale unfurls
Two hundred seventy nine million golden curls
