Whose stops are these I think I know
His desk is in the other bank though
He will not see me standing here
To watch his stops filling up slow
My little model must think it queer
To position without a TP near
Between the hols and the year close
The most illiquid evening of the year
He gives the screen a reminder shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the beep
Of rejected bids and views fake
The stops are lovely, large and deep
But I have positions to keep
And pips to go before I TP
And pips to go before I TP...
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