Write a poem about your day's trading

[The Philosopher]

Eyeing cable this morning
feeling focused and prepared
early signs of signal dawning
trading weapons bared

Greenback takes a hit
sterling on the advance
poised and battle fit
waiting for my chance

Market has it's charge
instruction to the broker
give me fifty large
I ain't playin' poker

Manage my position
true to it's plan
only got one mission
don't flush it down the pan

Final target breach
send the message now
mission was a peach
time to take a bow.

Mark.

 

[Nomad0404]

Awful
Woeful
Terrible
Horrible

 

[Nan]

"What a load of old schit!!!"

 

[GammaJammer]

I quite like the faint melancholy of a good Haiku myself.....

Snow is falling
Just like dollar / yen
Which I bought at the highs

 

[DionysusToast]

90 minutes
1 trade
$150
Decided sleep was a more worthy endeavour
Although admittedly, none of this rhymes
Mind you - neither did Wilfred Owen
Much

 

[DionysusToast]

Here's my racist poem

This week
Not much volatility
The Jews are to blame
For their silly Holidility

 

[crude_lover]

I like to trade
It gets me laid
except when i'm losing
then i go boozing

 

[wackypete2]

There once was a trader from nantucket
whose fx broker was a shop and a bucket
A scalp trade was made, and the trader got paid
but his broker then told him to go f---- it.


Peter