A middle-aged couple found themselves strapped for money. They decided they would sit down with all their bills and receipts and find ways to cut costs. [more]
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as the XLE.
An ETF whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
An ETF that looks to God all day,
And prays that global warming goes away;
An ETF that may in summer wear
The scent of ethanol in her hair;
Upon whose bosom T. Boone Pickens has lain;
Whilst oil and gas fumes waft through his brain.
Poems are made by fools like me
For my love of XLE has set me free. [more]