Flip-flops, flip-flops, from where have you come?
From the beach, or the zoo, maybe even from Guam?
Tell me your stories; I’d like to hear these,
Have you walked to a shop for a ham sandwich with cheese?
Flip-flops, flip-flops, now where will you go?
To London or France, maybe even Cairo?
You and me, will explore in the rain,
While walking through sand on the coast of Spain.
Flip-flops, flip-flops, you’re now old and worn,
Your color has faded; your foam has been torn,
I’ve seen all your stories, its time to go.
Remember dear flip-flops, I love you so.
(September 17,2007)
Leslie Briggs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flip-flops-3/
