T'was the night before trading28 Dec 2020 19:12
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The investments were made by the punters with care,
In hopes that Sir Al 's news soon would be there;
The trolls were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of failure danced in their heads;
And PL75 in his 'kerchief, and DOH in his hard hat,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
PL and DOH sprang from thier beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But a bunch of silly twats try to talk down the share price,
With pointless tales that made them look like a dick,
Gla I predict the sp will go down, stay the same or go up