Thames Water in light does gleam,
Investors weave a silver seam,
£750 mill, by pledging stream,
As goat climbs hill, so stocks do dream.
Metals fair take somber tone,
Markets bare, their warmth foregone.
Rabbits stare as falcons flown,
Gold lies bare, till 'flation shown.
From RBA, old hands disperse,
Chief Ellis walks, fate converse.
Dog in wood howls sad a verse,
For economy, snail's pace curse.
