Upon China's chest, a Ruby rare,
Pan Gongsheng, hath gained a chair.
On Central Bank's high seat he'll fare,
His goblet fills, the power to bear.
In yonder sky, a gaze so keen,
Euclid's eye hath ne'er been seen.
In SpaceX's chariot, silver sheen,
Ale in hand, they seek the unseen.
When July's fourth in sight doth loom,
Travel's chaos is but our doom.
Flights delay'd, cancellations bloom,
Just the brew for our gloom's heirloom.
