Woe, Woe, The Ftse Is Down Poem by Phil Lucas

Faithful honey melon sun
flickers bullion through lazy haze.
But woe, woe, the FTSE is down.

The clouds bring legends to offer,
gods and icons in grey-white grandeur.
But woe, woe, the FTSE is down.

Two-a-penny daisy friends
kiss dewdropp skies and dream.
But woe, woe, the FTSE is down.

The gentle blackbird unlocks her throat;
such timeless ebony love song.
But woe, woe, the FTSE is down.

The sweet world checks her pulse,
ablaze with sugary glow.
But woe, woe, the FTSE is down.