Aroma of Shoe
My lips embrace shoe
My eyes admire sock
The fact I'm a slave
Should not be a shock!
For my head is confined
Down near the ground
That my menial mouth
Should respect all around.
All too soon she is gone
From my lowly space
Resuming her jog
At a suitable pace.
Oh pray pretty mistress
Pray visit anew
That I may inhale
The aroma of shoe!