Jaunty Mood
A jaunty Ms Mukta is in mocking mood as she tells me all about the wonderful day she has just spent with her husband whilst she insists I praise her socks
A jaunty-looking Ms Mukta madam bounces towards me from across the yard |
I am already impressed by her familiar sneakers and socks |
Said sneakers and socks stop jauntily in front of me... |
...and tell me all about their wonderful day as I begin to kiss-respect them |
Ms Mukta ensures that I kiss-respect BOTH her jaunty sneakers |
'Why aren't you verbally praising my socks, slave? Aren't they worthy enough of your praise?' |
I humbly, and apologetically praise Ms Mukta madam's plain, grey socks in between my respectful kisses to her dirty sneakers |
I tell her that her socks are the most fabulous socks I have ever seen... |
...and that I am truly blessed to be so close to them |
She listens whilst she despises me... |
...just another weed down amongst the weeds - at her socks and at her mercy! |
The sock on which I must lavish praise |