Lo! Atos, a damsel in distress doth stand,
Two knights of coin, bids in their gallant hand.
And monk Arnulfus prays, with God's command,
May thee prosper in thine creditors' land.
Then comes the tale of our precious gold, crude,
Whose price is swayed by summer's plenitude.
Methinks OPEC's decree, while crude and rude,
May prose the tavern with price feud imbued.
Next, France, a realm now deemed by S&P,
Downgraded, facing times of misery.
Yet, fear not, says our good brother, you'll see,
Even sour grapes can yield sweet treasury.
