Loss of a Black Flip Flop
Loss of My Wedged Black Flip Flop
O, wedged black flip flop
to all you did match
That's why I packed you
and closed the latch.
Suitcase open
still early dawn
left was there
right was gone.
I called the airport
I filed a claim
They said they didn't have you
and that is my pain.
Right is still missing
Left is now home
I look for you always
The web I do roam.
Wedged Black Flip Flop
2011-2012
5 comments:
My thongs I used to take near and far
butt...
no longer is that what they are.
"Don't ever call a flip-flop that."
People snicker, think I'm 2 fat
to look for a thong in the store,
laughing as I walk out the door
they point and giggle as I walk away
But a thong is what I'll always say
And...I hope you find yours today :D
And I think YOU'VE found your forte!
Haha! Kim, you made me laugh!
Touche'- we could go back and forth all day!
I was just thinking how silly it is that I can't call my "thongs" that. I hate to be a conformist :( I want to say what I want to say . . .
That poor flip flop. Out there alone somewhere. But I've heard that flip flops sometimes find their way home even across the miles. Let's hope. :)
Haha, Charles! Yes, you've given me a glimmer of hope--that poor flip flop gimping its way home along busy roads, no one stopping to give it a ride. True grit and unmatched love and devotion give it direction And energy and spirit. By Jove, I think we've got a movie here!
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