Nine square yards of Yellow gingham
Nine square yards of yellow gingham on a sandy beachBeneath a dazzling yellow sun just out of reach
White caps chorus and roundel as they reach the shore
Speaking in unknown tongues, a forgotten lore
Contents of the day covered in a fine grit of sand
Discourse being silver, cups and saucers at either hand
Wind turned foolscap and a spine perused by the breeze
Blustery rant and rebuttal to the waves of the seas
Debate without end both call points and beseech
Still
There’s Nine square yards of yellow gingham on a sandy beach
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