If you had a choice to pick a box that would make you money trading, would you pick a

The box is indeed, a rare of a breed

But the box, it knows naught

So first comes the thought

With delicate touch, the corner is much

And with movement to right, it will shine some light

But left it can go, and often does show

That he who falls down, is really a clown

So before box in hand, stand back and demand

S7 you see, is where it all be

Now I must fly, as it just caught my eye

And if I no act, I may well regret fact

So think what you can, and always look back

The Sons are are still there, just waiting to bare

 

When I am dead you’ll find it hard
said he,
To ever find another trader
like me.

What ever makes you think, as I suppose
You do,
I’d ever want to be a trader,
Like you?

 

I really know nothing, said he with a grin

For it does not mean like, but in must stay in

The one who thinks most, is the one who thinks best

But to think you know all, might make you look small

No matter it does, what he or she say

But act like one should, and the box it will pay

So play we the game, and stcik to the rule

J2 will OK, RT is no fool

 

Some read and say why, but it should be clear

Strange people go by, but very few near

To one it is strange, the other is silly

Remember poor Jack, and what might happen his willy

So read not if you like, it is not for all

The few that do post, will indeed see the most

To see what you see, is not what it seem

The box is the key, but to most but a dream

 

Oh lookey said he, with a joyful big glee

With up it is down, 35 more in town

J2 will be happy, did not act on the snappy

For reasons must be, to exit and flee

For what T is left, you look to the Y

To get the best view, you must use the eye

What happens the next, can make or break thee

So call on the box, for guidance you see

Some will say three, others say four

Not matter it much, for must open the door

If door to stay shut, then box we must see

For Jill might lead Jack, back down to the 3

 

jim, the obvious is buy support, sell resistance, tight stops, reverse trade when proved wrong on direction. my acct balance tells me so.

thank you cleveland and goodnight!

 

sorry it didn't rhyme

I didn't have the time

seeing as its friday

I must attend to my corona and lime!

 

J2 he did ask, if box did excel

No 0 I say, nor 1 I will tell

4 sides to a box, easy to see

Inside the box, you will find busy bee

The matter is when, you start with the pen

Get it wrong and you see, not too much will it be

Right first is the key, but many not know

You start the box where, no one else will but go

 

Corona is nice, but lime like is spice

Too many I know, so few I must go

One night it was late, the sun it did shine

The tally it said, a 10 and a 9

 

For J2 it will show, the airline you know

The balance some seek, adjust week by week

No need if you sit, to observe the wit

For dim it will be, for those who not see

A President once said, let me out of bed

For time it does fly, with me up to the sky

Not all ways the case, as door shuts in the face

Use box and be sure, in case YOU need a cure