As Charlotte was showing the Bourse
to a client, of courtage the source,
said she: “’twill suffice
to know that the price
is thus fixed, it's a matter of cours[e]! ”
Her customer countered with sauce,
as with wit on the Bourse did discourse,
“It is proof bona fide
of dealing inside,
with no watchdog to shout itself ho[a]rse! ”
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