Feet at the Beach Resort

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Light verse about an every day item.

The same footwear for miles
As far as  I can tell,
Not my kind of heaven,
This perfect flip-flop hell.

 


 


Submitted: August 03, 2015

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Mr Watson

I thought you'd have called it. Life's a Beach. nice and short but says it all !

Wed, August 12th, 2015 8:17pm

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Thanks again. It came to me as I watched some people from a balcony in a Dutch beach resort.

Wed, August 26th, 2015 6:21am

bobthebuilder

I've never worn them, but the are ubiquitous, and in my opinion, tasteless. This poem, however, is not!

Thu, September 3rd, 2015 4:18am

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Thanks. I'm afraid they will be around for eons.

Thu, September 3rd, 2015 2:36pm

Melchior

Perfect summation of the terrible footwear known as flip flops!

Wed, September 9th, 2015 4:15am

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Thank you, I have never understood what people liked about them.

Fri, September 11th, 2015 2:26pm

Joe Kent Roberts

Funny Poem. I live in the Land of Flip-Flops & Cut-Offs. I wear Shoes & full length Cargo Pants. My Shirt is Tucked-In.My Hair is Combed.The Military taught me how to Stand Tall and Look Sharp. Only God knows how much I despise Flip-Flops. Especially Designer Flip-Flops.

Sun, November 1st, 2015 7:05am

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