Market Poetry

By Market Poetry

Angel of Death has rung the bell
The time has come for A-P-O-L

Its fishy smelling option grants
Have set the stage for SEC rants

An earnings miss makes matters worse
On this stock must lay an evil curse

Its time to sell this piece of poop
See its chart for a mighty droop

Just this morning it broke a new low
From your portfolio the stock must go

Apollo has moved out from the sun
Slow growth ahead—its day is done

Why students attend Phoenix U
Is a curious matter, I haven’t a clue

Tuition payments are mighty high
And the job market today is running dry

Apollo’s been falling since two-thousand four
It’s time to boot it out the door

So on the sell button you should click
And place a trade mighty quick!

(I am so negative—you ask me why
Shares of Apollo I’d like to buy)

The author may hold  a long position in Apollo Group Inc. More Poems