From east like the rising sun, mid-week has sprung,
Strong dollar and Asian winds, the song unsung,
Yet, the steadfast metals, their worth tower high,
Against the arduous tides, towards the sky.
A saga unfolds in Sanofi's great hall,
Plans for spin-off, consumer-health's downfall,
Famed for its pharma, and scripts of pure gold,
Its focus hereafter, forefathers behold.
Reckitt Benckiser, a ship amidst storm,
Downgrades approaching, in ill-favoured form,
NatWest speaks of weaker financial plight,
A tempest looming, cloaked deep in the night.
