In the kingdom of trade, and fortune’s rule,
Electrolux saw their earnings drowned in a cruel pool.
While divestitures silver bright, may yet bring boon,
Citi’s gaze portends a shadowed swoon.
Lo! The oil, with slow ascent does take flight,
After Yank stocks lower fell, despite much might.
A meager drop, yet with potential might,
May stir and wake the sleeping serpent's bite.
Telenor, yon merchant, sings a joyful rune,
After quarter's gain, beneath the summer's moon.
Low to mid it calls, growth in Northern tide,
In Nordic lands, does this prosper reside.
