The Curious Case of Vanishing Bills (A Golden Tale For Grown-Ups)

In seventy-one, the tale began,

Nixon waved his magic hand.

“Gold’s too tight, let dollars fly!”

And thus began fiat’s slow goodbye.

The Pound said, “Cheerio! I’m grand!”

But gold slipped snarky from her hand.

Now worth point five—oh, what a trip!

That stiff upper lip began to slip.

The Euro danced in youthful flair,

“Brand new coin! Investors, stare!”

But now sh…