Swiss Confetti

'The boat is full', said the gold keeper
'Turn back across Konstanz
and wear your yellow badge"

Bern burnt in guilt.
Cantons could not sway the order.
Heat expired
like small change.

Gluttoral excuses in German creole
as raclette mused over fondue Kings.
Sanguine Solothurn sung of sorrow
as molten cheese cooked in wine.

Precise, punctual hands, neutral with gold.

'Kreutzlingen is not for sale', it was once said.

Yet, the boat was full...

...still is Today.