Restaurant Slave


The restaurant slave can smellthe delicious food of the diners seated in front of him. He can hear their happy conversation high above him. He can even see, close-up and personal through the bars of his cell, the customers’ shoes and socks. But, unfortunately for him, he cannot partakeof any of them. Being a mere slave, he is compelled merely to silently study, and not touch, the boots and socks of whoever is seated closest to his cage.

How he must yearn to kissthose boots and socks – the boots and socks of his betters. Ha! Ha! No wonder he looks forlorn! At least the young woman seated at the table in front of him right now is wearing multicoloured, stripy socks inside her brown suede leather boots – so there is plenty for him to study and admire!














Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Glass Floor Cinema Footslave (ii)

Put-Downs