With a global stock meltdown on the rise, it seems a good time to launch my new occasional series of business poetry. Sorry, no rhymes or limericks today, but send them in and I'll publish it in the next round.
Deadwood
They are cutting the tall old trees
and the creatures in the underbrush
run searching for a home
Calling an All Hands
The leader claims
turning a battleship
in the open sea
requires 10.8 miles
It must suck to be a battleship
Procrustes
And tell me again
about your problem?
Old Procrustes asks.
I think we have
the solution.