Oh, heralded sheen of golden hue,
With Fed less fierce, a dollar weak anew,
Elevating price 'fore day is through,
As investors' hopes recalibrate askew.
Blessed be Brent, above score of fourfold,
As tales of eased inflation are told,
OPEC's tightened grasp begins to hold,
And Saudi's reductions, yet crafted of gold.
Lo, fair Albion with economy somewhat confined,
Her industrious heart finds itself maligned,
By interest's weight, whose burdens bind,
Yet, less the decline, a solace to find.
