Of Nikkei's rise, I sing with joyous mirth,
Weak Yen, position shifts on this earth.
As Thursday's holiday nears with haste,
In the alehouse of stocks, few drops are waste.
A deal hath been brought 'fore the dawn's light,
To pause war's rage in Gaza's night.
Swapping prisoners, both Israelites and kin,
An ale of peace we may yet win.
And lo! Walmart embarks on a quest,
By grace of God and automation blessed.
With courier bots that never tire,
To outpace Amazon, their one desire.
