Unreachable Plate
A magnificent and handsome master-sir out promenading with his pretty girlfriend spots my humble head on the street. Seeing the sign above my head which ignominiously declares me to be a ‘Sockieboy Footslave’, the happy couple proceed to mercilessly mock me, with the master-sir taking the lead. He begins by holding his loafered and socked ankle up to my confined face and asking me if I like his white socks, to which I reply that I like them very much sir, thanking you kindly for your kind question sir? He then has me describe in detail the STITCHING in his SOCK, before ordering me to kiss it, which I most humbly and reverentially do. The magnificent master-sir then turns my attention to his pretty girlfriend’s SOCKS. He faux-apologises for the fact that she is wearing stylishly long boots, but says that if I raise my humble head and stretch my 'scrawny' neck up as far as it can go, I should be able to kiss her white socktops? I humbly confirm to the master-sir that I can in...