Nor hawkish nor yet downright dovish,
Call my new policy nigh owlish—
Owl-like watchful and wise;
But why then prices rise?
Hawks soar high, vultures vie to relish!
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World over prices always rise, more so somewhere, somewhere less. And most watchdog institutes feel helpless. Prayer seems the only way out for them. Yet, they always have smart, witty words on price rise. This ditty ventures to guess why, and laughs at this grin-and-bear situation.
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Happenings | 01.02.14 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever observation, brilliant poem
If we can't do anything, humour is best to resort to. Thank you Kostas Lagos.