‘Twas the night before Christmas, trade volume is sparse
Too many Ceres’ egg nogs knocked wheat on its arse.
Margin calls have been delivered with care;
Gold market shorts fertilize their underwear.
Two Thousand Twenty Six, Year of the Fire Horse
One of optimism and growth, not fear and remorse
Maybe grain markets will see more green than red?
At least we will have less He Said, Xi Said
In the new year, set a good trading resolution
Rule #1: Buying wheat is never the solution
Better long term returns: trading grains or Vegas dice?
Remember luck is fleeting, whether you’re naughty or nice.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, markets trade only ‘til noon,
Spouses are told “regular hours” as we reach the saloon.
Margin calls all delivered with care;
Soymeal longs fertilize their underwear.
Chinese grain imports more “stockpile” than “consume”;
Trade war concerns or Taiwan invasion soon?
We send them grains, we get used cooking oil ships
And containers of GI Joes with the Kung Fu Grips

