Swiss Miss
You are something to behold as I hold you in my hand.
Made of quality gold, you come from Switzerland.
With a value of twenty francs, you are quite in demand.
To have you, I give thanks. That's something anyone can understand.
With mountains in the back, I admire your hair in braids.
Beauty is something you don't lack. You are fair among maids.
Give you up? I hope never. You have my undying affection.
I will keep you forever in my coin collection.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2018
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