Girl Next Door

Although she, literally, lives next door to my dirty footslave-alcove, she doesn't visit me every day. Only on days when she's feeling particularly mischievous.

A familiar face - or rather familiar feet - approach me

She must be in a mischievous mood today!

Only one sock - her left - is currently visible above her sneaker rims

But it is her right foot that is the first to be presented to my menial, municipal mouth

Swiftly followed by the left!

I'll bet she's grinning triumphantly down at me?

As well she might - for she is the master and I am the slave

She towers over me...

...switching feet several times in front of my confined face...

...before turning to walk away...

...no doubt feeling refreshed and vindicated...

...whilst I just feel humbled!


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