Like a hare bounding o'er a stile,
Microsoft makes amends, brings a smile.
In clouds, a game doth grow,
U.K Authority, accepts the flow.
Sanofi, struck by a claw unseen,
Wounds of Forex, sharp and keen.
Sales recede, shares sigh and sec,
An ill-timed stumble, tethers a wreck.
A rise foreseen, by chart's keen eye,
U.S. yield, it aims the sky.
Over months two, the rabbit will run,
Yonder the moon, bound by no Sun.
