Across The Bourse Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

To gall, then gloom, did bear incline
Through Gaul when doom bid share decline.

Wall Street at last turns dust, seeds crash
fall meet, fat past earns rust, greed's cash.

Bear Stearns and Lehmann's fall from grace,
their churns banned be, plans stall, dumb race.

Intent on gain, reign clover paid,
In tent on rain, pain overweighed.

Once free, see sighing traders sore
dunce be key spying raiders raw.

Glance shows descent meant warning clear,
chance flows, resentment dawning here.

Where skill may still preserve or flaw,
there ill they will deserve a floor.

Sots, they're no hedge, nor ever sure,
whats their knowledge? poor, never more.

They'd steer, ears bent, cold rumour's roar,
strayed, veer, fears lent, old humours bore.

For where they read stock set to soar,
your share may red [b]lock net blue score.

They've Will to spend on margin small
Save till [t]rue end gone Charge in call!