Investment Apology Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

In this air I do aspire
to appeal and make aware,
Allah answer all anger,
else ague appear and attract ire.

Bait can but bate the buyer!
Brokers must the market bear,
bidding board while bulls be bear,
blare is bare and boars betire.

Why cry the creator’s choir?
Calm your coma, clear your care!
Come, seek and call the cover.
Can still the chartists’ charts inquire!

Dost dearly dollar desire?
Dabbler dare, don’t disappear,
dealer’s drear or in despair,
His strait’s dire, his coffer drier.

Fear a further fall to fire?
That your future fare be fair
find a fella full of flair,
full of feel for a fine flier.

Th’institutional investor,
out of gear, he tears his hair.
Interest rates round here I hear
High, hint heavily hunt higher.

The alphabet is far too long
to continue this careless song,
so here’s to hope, and let us pray
tomorrow brings a brighter day.