The Online Trader (with apologies to Lewis Carrol)

‘Twas brillig, and the flicky leaders
Did maxi and move in the browse:
All downy were the shorteaters,
And the bearees did grouse.

“Beware the Hedgeefun, my son!
The urge that rides, the trends that catch!
Beware the Upward Ride, and shun
The frumious Panickrash!”

He took his wirless mouse in hand:
Long time the bullish stok he sought –
So he rested by the Blumbarg tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in markish thought he stood,
The Hedgeefun, with trades of flame,
Came whiffling through the nasdac wood,
And shorted as it came!

One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The buyer list went snicker-snack!
It left all dead,
and with their head
It went galumphing back.

‘Twas brillig, and the flicky leaders
Did maxi and move in the browse:
All downy were the shorteaters,
And the bearees did grouse.