Alas, foreseen hath yon vigilant bard,
The cutting of rates by th' Fed's mighty card,
Sure to set upon our precious dollar a scar,
Whether cut be deep or swift, or eased afar.
Hark, 'tis Citi who weaves a hopeful tale,
Sees room for BTP-Bund spread to inhale,
Unless truth of fundamentals break the veil,
Or surprises that carry a downside hail.
Sony in the East seems in a dreary plight,
Their merging voyage with Zee takes no flight,
The conditions unmet, extinguish all light,
Now they abandon this union's antic gight.
