Did William Shakespeare trade options? -- from ThomsettOptions.com
How bright the morning seemed as markets came,
The open was a promise richly earned -
That bell, so brightly signaling the game
So traders bought and sold as brokers churned.
By midday I was settled for a burst
Of profits from my options naked short,
But margin stopped me from the very first,
That cruel, cruel mistress of the Reg T court.
Now saw I in the distant fog and din
A brightly shining metal sort of shell,
Inquiring, what is this and might I win?
Then noted I, it was the closing bell.
Thus, as it rang, the cold draft that I felt
Was early profit, now to losses melt.