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