The orange flip flop sat sideways in a corner
Feeling sad and blue
It lost its mate several days ago
and wasn't worn for days
like any old forgotten shoe.
It felt more hopeless each day
as clothes and other things piled on top
It would never be ok again
If this nonsense did not stop.
The flip flop in the corner under clothes,
toys and such
started to fear its trash scan fate
Unless it could reunite
with its original orange left mate.
No one ever found its mate,
but through an odd peculiar joy;
It was recycled for a puppy
as a "fetch the flip flop" toy.