Lonely Position
Being a porch footslave outside my master’s townhouse can be quite a lonely position until such time as my master-sir or one of his guests is entering or leaving his home, at which point I am required to kiss their feet – my only human contact!
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Greeting my esteemed master-sir's female guest on the porch outside his opulent townhouse |
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This is my only human contact - the feet of my master and his guests... |
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...as they enter or leave his home |
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It's a lonely job, but someone's got to do it! |
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I am forbidden to speak to my betters, being a mere dumb porch footslave |
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And they rarely deign to speak to me |
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They have no need to - it's obvious what I must do... |
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...kiss their feet! |
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As my master-sir and his guest proceed through the front door... |
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...I catch one last lingering glance at the pretty guest's sneakers and socks |
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I shall now resume my lonely position... |
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...until such time as my master and his guest leave the premises. That might not be until the morning, however! |