Verily, 'tis a lornly morn for German kin,
Exports dip and fortunes thin, a stagnate din,
Like wine in cask, the surplus waning dim,
Global demand, once stout, now turned grim.
Tesla's carriage, a model of potent stride,
But China bides more time, delivery's ride,
Like goodly ale fermenting weeks eight or six,
Patience now the virtue, there's no quick fix.
Lament the euro, hard pressed 'gainst dollar might,
Economic tales diverge in day and night,
Like a stout, once heady, now flat and weak,
Of such fortunes, sad the minstrel doth speak.
