Economic Bard Pillows

Chicken Soup for the Capitalist's soul.

'On your mark. Get set. Create!'

"It turns out crows find a bunch of dead crows more frightening than a man made out of hay."

'Oh, it's a long, long time...From here to November...'

'No thanks, I don't drink when I'm driving home a point about investing.'

"He just found that 'pillage' rhymes with 'village'."

Now may not be a good time,he just found out he's not going to live forever.

"This next one is a typical blues number about exceeding your data plan limit, cracking your ipad screen, and losing your new ear buds."

Cow writer.

'Insofar as hard figures are still unavailable, our Mr.Rendleman has written a poem which explores the essence of the firm's situation.'

Shakespeare in the clink

"The interest rate can't go any lower, so if necessary, we'll have to go back to pounds of flesh."

"Now the board will hear from Todd from Accounting with his free verse composition 'My Mistress, Brash and Beguiling – the Third Quarter Numbers.'"

The Music of Life (in the key of dna).

'Probably just another correctional movement.'

Tariff Adjustment

"I'll have the chicken or the eggs benedict—whichever of them comes first."

Robotic Prince Hamlet holding a human skull and saying "To be or not to be".

'To tweet or not to tweet...'

'How do I tell the president we're looking at an ampersand-shaped recovery? He still doesn't get the supply curve.'

'To blog or not to blog, that is the question...' Shakespeare in the 21st Century

'You don't want to show favouritism Bruce-it upsets the others.'

"I saw the wariness in your eyes when you learned that I was plucked from academia to run this company, so I thought I'd allay your concerns by writing this sonnet."

Squeeze on Public Spending.

"Langsford, will you please stop interjecting quotes from Kahlil Gibran?"

'Don't be afraid, the speculators won't take away your savings. I'll be faster than they are!'

"One can only hope this is the raw stuff of art."

'Errors were made, things were said, people got hurt.'

Romance novel writers make the best waiters. 'Tonight's special is chicken: ample,milky white breasts, touched with a slight hesitation of strong,rigid basil, too headstrong to stay and too scared to stop.'

"The menu simply says 'Fried Fish.' I'm waiting for you to provide the lyrical description."

Alas poor Yorrick

If cows would write fairy tales...