From heavenly city, Rome's palace of faith,
Hernia stroke down, the Pope in battle worn.
Yet jovial he standeth, merciful wraith,
"Still alive," the pontiff laughs, spirits unshorn.
Amidst the realm, so Eurozone be named,
The balance bendeth 'twixt trades and holdings,
In Citi's eye, the market's course proclaimed,
To technical seas, each bond unfolding.
In halls of Tesco, sales abound and soar,
As Aegir blow, an 8.2% gale,
To year's full bounty, steadfastness they swore,
With lofty quest and journey unwrapped sail.
