They'd Better Be!
‘Clean my boots, old slave man! Lick away all the dirt from them and make sure you include the dirt stuck in between the treads on the soles. I’m meeting my boyfriend tonight on a hot date and I don’t want my boots dirtying his nice clean carpet in his apartment!’
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, pray relax and let me obey your commands. I can assure you, pretty miss, that by the time I’ve finished licking your boots, every last morsel of dirt shall be where it belongs, madam – inside my mouth – and your boots shall be pristine clean and glistening, if it pleases you miss?’
‘They’d better be, slave, or it’ll be your back that’s glistening – with the stripes from my whip!’
‘Yes mistress. I hear you mistress. Please don’t hurt me with your whip, madam! Oh truly I fear the whip, madam!’
‘Oh, and one other thing, slave – don’t touch my socks!’
‘No, madam! Your socks are too good for me, madam! Although, if you will pardon me madam, I would certainly be interested in knowing much more about your socks, for, like the mistress who is wearing them, they are very pretty, madam! Are they, perchance, a gift from your boyfriend, miss?’
‘Shut up, slave! No more talking! Just licking!’
I shut up and lick.
He Licks Boots
He licks boots
Day after day,
With never a say
On how long they stay.
He licks boots
Night after night,
In this mean town
He keeps his head down.
He licks boots
Month after month,
And admires socks
Beneath pretty frocks.
He licks boots
Year after year,
In dread and in fear
Lest the whip might appear!
He will lick boots
For the rest of his life,
For he’s nought but a slave
In a dirty enclave.
