’twas the night before Christmas, when all throught the market
not a bid was unfleeting, as no one would park it
the comment letters posted on the website with care
in hopes IEX could make equity trading fair
The exchange execs were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of direct data fees all danced in their heads
and Ronan in his ‘kerchief, and Schwal in his cap
were shaking their heads at Citadels 3 loads of crap
When out on Tabb Forum there arose such a clatter
Brad sprung from his manger to see what was the matter
away from the markets the bids flew in a flash
the hfts creating a late season crash
the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below
when what to our wondering eyes should appear
but a shoe box of wire and a boat load of fear
with the fiction filled novel, so lively and thick
i knew in a moment retail fell for the trick
more rapid than eagles, the comment letters came
and nanex on twitter called them out by name
now eric, now sal
now michael, now cifu
on sophia, on lauer
on guertin on matthew seal
to the top of the router
to the top of the table
no dash away! dasw away!
cause their not able
as the rhetoric before reasoned debate fly
when they meet with thoughtful cristism, lead to out cry
so up to the roof the ad hoc atacks flew
with an unfairly advantaged router, and St. Brad too.
merry christmas to all….
Kev
great stuff Merry Xmas, have really enjoyed reading your post this year!!
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