'Pon early morn of trading gray,
In fair Londinium stocks dost sway,
As golden hopes of debt's resolve,
To stinging fears of rates dissolve.
The Euro falt'ring 'fore the Dollar strong,
Doth find itself in weakened throng,
As data 'bout the confidence,
May dimin'sh more its humbled stance.
Now oil doth slip on doubts and whispers,
As Biden's deal, like fog that simmers,
Struggles on for Congress' grace,
Whilst watchful eyes on OPEC's chase.
