(An Ode to My Flip Flops)
I'll miss you
When the cold wind blows
And the rains are falling
And I have to dig
In the closet for some shoes
(OH NO!)
You know you're the best
And I won't be at rest
Until we are pals again
When the sunshine and
Warm weather are back once more
(CAN'T BE SOON ENOUGH!)
I will wash you and
Pack you away
And think of you often
In the coming eight months
Till again we can play
(In the green grass and on the beach, anywhere my feet will reach!)
Good bye, my colorful, faithful
Flippy floppy pals,
I love you and your noise.
(Slap slap, slap slap....)
9 comments:
Too cute! I like good ole' slip ons and flip flops too.
My toes always freak out when I put them in regular shoes for the first time of the season. Poor little things are used to being free and happy not confined and sqished.
This is so true....I hate parting with my flip-flops when the seasons change. My excuse is that I was born and raised in Southern California, but I haven't lived there for 18 years and still wish I could wear sandals year round!! Oh well...heres to next Summer !!!
Aw. You're a poet...and I didn't even know it.
I was banned from flip flops this summer due to the bad knees. I look forward to next summer when hopefully the ban will be lifted.
You just need to put music to that and send it off to Nashville - however, you need to add something about your husband leaving you cause he hated your flip-flops, or maybe your Mama went to prison because she stole your flip-flops. Or maybe you got drunk and lost your flip-flops. How about you got hit by a train because your flip-flops got hung up in the train track. See? The possibilities are endless.
Truer words were never spoken! I try to wear mine as far into October as I can!
I just discovered your blog a few days ago, and I love it!
Have a great day!
Carol
Too cute you are, Miss Joni :)
Misha
Too cute you are, Miss Joni :)
Misha
Yep, I'm sad, so sad to put those summer flip-flops away. The bright colors, stripes, polka dots, all the fun stuff from summer has to go. A snippy, catty woman told me the other day that I looked cute and "summery" in my stripes and brights. I know she didn't mean it as a compliment. I looked at her in her pinchy-toed heels with repressed black panty hose and tweed blazer and felt almost sorry for her. Poor thing. She doesn't know what it means to dance to your own beat and let those toes out to wiggle it, just a little bit.
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