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I woke up this morning in a tizzy.
I look at the clock, it makes me dizzy.
One flip flop is under my bed, where’s the other one?
“Mom, have you found my flip flop cause I need to run.”
Mom yelled back, “Lizzy, look everywhere.”
“Your brother always wants you to share.”
“It may be up high.” Says mom with a sigh.
“I don’t want to climb.” Says I.
Time is ticking by.
I’m rushing. I had to fly.
I pushed books out of the way.
I’m having a bad day.
This room is a mess.
I find a dirty dress.
I can’t find what I need.
I find a book I can read.
I think I left a flip flop in the bathroom.
I use a broom.
I find a sash.
It’s going to clash.
“Where is it mom?” I cry.
This place is a pig sty.
I can’t wear anything else.
Everything else smells.
Where do I look?
It’s not in a book.
I move furniture around.
All I find are cookies on the ground.
I rush to the toybox.
There’s nothing there but blocks.
I’m mad, I sit and think.
For this is a big stink.
I moan and groan.
My time is almost blown.
The bus is coming soon.
I look faster humming a tune.
Mom yells, “Put on a different pair of shoes.”
Inside I yell boos.
“I can’t go to school, other shoes aren’t cool.”
Mom asks, “Why, because the flip flops rule?”
I ask, ”What’s that? Oh, it’s just slippers”.
I trip over some flippers.
I like those slippers because they’re new.
No, that won’t do.
“Oatmeal is turning into a brick.” Hollers mom.
I can’t find them, it’s a cold trick.
“Time is ticking by.” Says mom.
I need to fly. Says I.
What do I do?
The other shoes aren’t new.
I sob, I pout, I scream.
Oh look, a tube of cream.
No one’s helping me.
Did my flip flop flee?
They’ve got to be here.
I frown, my eyes begin to tear.
I throw my blanket in the air.
All I find is my bear.
That makes me laugh.
Ow, I step on a toy giraffe.
My brother laughs at me.
He dances with glee.
I growl and scowl.
This is just foul.
I flop on my bed.
My face is red.
I kick my feet.
I find a soccer cleat.
Mom comes into my room.
She has a broom.
“I’m going to have a fit.”
“You still haven’t found it?”
Mom says, “Clean up this mess.”
“Start by putting away that dress.”
“I will.”
It’s ten till.
I don’t know where to look.
I’ve looked behind every book.
I’ve searched behind every game.
This is lame.
I pick up my backpack, it’s upside down.
My face turns into a frown.
The shoes fall out.
I no longer pout.
Mom bellows, “That’s great.”
“Lizzy, you’re not going to be late.”
“Next time, put them away.”
“The bus is in a delay.”
Everything is good.
I’m in a happy mood.
My feet are dancing.
My heart is jamming.
I can go to school.
My shoes are cool.
It’s a good day.
I flip flop all the way.
