I really am nothing more than a towpath toerag - a licker and cleaner of girls' dirty sneakers. Or, at least, that's what I try to do. Unfortunately, most young women's sneaker dirt is so deeply ingrained, it just won't come off (making them despise me all the more!)
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| Yet another bright young woman heads confidently towards me along the weed-strewn towpath |
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| As her sneakers get closer, I see that they are filthy |
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| The female sneakers and socks stop directly in front of me and adopt an arrogant posture - as female sneakers and socks always do! |
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| Then the right sneaker is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth for lickshining! |
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| How the pretty wearer and owner of the sneaker must despise me - tasting where she has been! |
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| She elegantly switches feet in front of my face |
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| The nominally white sneaker tastes vile! |
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| But I must not baulk at my menial task in mouth... |
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| ...That sneaker dirt, by rights, belongs inside my mouth! |
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| At least, that's what the Law says! |
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| But to the bright young woman's evident disappointment, my tongue largely fails in its demeaning task! |
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| No matter how hard I lick, most of the ingrained dirt simply won't come off the sneaker! |
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| She turns and walks away from me, realising she has wasted some of her precious female time |
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| She may well have me whipped by the authorities for failing to clean her filthy sneakers properly? |
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| She is perfectly within her female rights to do so! |
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| I hang my humble, useless head in shame |
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| Perhaps the WHIP will inspire me to make greater efforts on my customers' superior footwear? |
