More weekend relief from Market Poetry:
My Dear Apple
By Marcy Kagan
No letters to me sweeter smell
Than the foursome AAPL
Down and out I placed the bid
From the crowd you were hid
But when the iPod came to fame
Investors loudly shout your name!
My dear Apple, I love you so!
But with this mortgage, it’s time to go
Marcy is raising her three children in central New Jersey.