In yonder Wall's marketplace, futures bright,
By Friday's rally cued, climb to great height.
Their gain, as sturdy as a goat's might,
Is fuelled, as ordered goods take flight.
The looming cut of rates, a worrying sight,
Into our Dollar's strength shall bite.
Much like a hound at bay in the moonlight,
Foretells NatWest, of its potential plight.
IBM, a giant of renowned might,
China's land they choose to slight.
And so, a rabbit in the night,
To other lands, they transfer their knight.
