Flip-Flops

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.

Leslie Briggs

   

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