Of Eurozone bonds, I sing a Skaldic ode,
Bounteous issuance ahead, on yield's high-road,
Rising like a tempest, with financial load,
Long-end Treasurys achieving old abode.
Across the sea, TSMC's fortune waned,
Like a shield, its glory chipped, strength drained,
Smart demand less hearty, profit lamed,
Yet, next tide's bounty, stronger shall be gained.
Nokia, the giant, grim fall beholds,
Jobs, countless as seashells, fate enrolls,
Like a vessel leaking, profit's plummet unfolds,
Thus seeks respite in a gold hoard of untold.
