ode to pyc

It's May, Dr PW,
A month to realise,
You can make us all happy,
and dispel all the lies.

We're expecting big things,
A deal maybe two,
This would see the SP,
hauled out of the loo.

Our palms growing itchy,
The $detail$ we seek,
We're holding our breath,
Week after week after week.

Momentum will keep,
the SP on the rise,
If this month of May,
You give $$$weet $$$urpri$$e

PS:
Two lines that were left,
When I finished this ode,
I will now share,
though it's a negative mode.

If you dilute our shares,
With no deals to sign,
Your phylomers maybe shoved,
Where the sun doesn't shine.