Lonely Bus Stop Slave
As a lonely bus stop slave, I rely on the kindness of strangers and passers-by for company - albeit only the company of their boots and socks!
A kindly stranger approaches me |
She looks down on me with contempt. And rightly so! |
Without a word, she stretches out her booted foot in front of my face. I know I must lick it. |
She steadfastly ignores me as I lickshine her boots! |
I am acutely conscious of her smart, blue bootsock towering over my humble head |
These are the boots and socks of a goddess! |
What an honour, what a privilege, to be blessed with their superior company! |
Sadly, she won't stay long! |
She has better things to do with her time than entertain a public humble head and keep him company! |
She is too good for him |
And her boots and socks are too good for him! |
Goodbye, pretty mistress. Thank you for stopping! God bless you, mistress! |