by Joseph Bickus
Up and Down,
All around she churns,
Ménage a` trois - Price, Risk, and Returns.
Every morning
She breaks hearts,
Sideways glance - Flick of the hand she starts.
Coyly she bats her surly eyes,
Amorous Futures in her sighs.
As married puts and diamond calls,
For traders with big crystal balls.
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