Apologising to Master Simon Sir's Socks

Ms Mukta, accompanied by her husband, explains that they are on their way to visit an exhibition and she mockingly invites me to accompany them as their slave before suddenly ‘remembering’ that I can’t move from my humble head spot, on account of my being immured up to the neck in concrete brick! She says it’s a shame, as I could have crawled behind them on my hands and knees and studied the backs of their socks as they walked around the exhibition. She then orders to me to kiss her husband’s feet and apologise to his socks for not being able to accompany them to heel and thus study their creases and folds as her husband walks around in his shoes and socks, which I duly do:

‘Oh pray, master Simon sir’s socks, begging your pardons master Simon sir’s socks sirs, pray forgive this lazy and indolent slave for not being able to accompany you to the exhibition, most glorious masterful socks, and to study your creases and folds as your wearer walks along, masters the socks. I’m just an impotent public humble head, masters, not fit to be in your august presence, oh superior master Simon’s socks sirs?’

The happy couple laugh at me as Ms Mukta madam graciously says her husband’s socks forgive me, as they fully realise I am just a weak and impotent public footslave and that I have other work to do – namely kissing the feet of passers-by. Master Simon’s socks, and his wife’s socks, them dismissively turn their backs on me and walk away, leaving me feeling sock-bereft. 

Apologising to a real man's socks in front of his wife

‘Oh pray, master Simon sir’s socks, begging your pardons master Simon sir’s socks sirs, pray forgive this lazy and indolent slave for not being able to accompany you...'

‘...and to study your creases and folds as your wearer walks along, masters the socks...'

’...I'm just an impotent public humble head, masters, not fit to be in your august presence, oh superior master Simon’s socks sirs?’

Apologising to master Simon sir's socks under the watchful gaze of his wife's socks

The male and female socks then turn their backs on me...

...leaving me feeling sock-bereft

These are the superior socks that I should be accompanying to heel! Shame on me!


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