Casual Acquaintance
My master enjoys a refreshing drink with a casual, female acquaintance at a roadside café whilst I must kneel painfully on the cobbled street beneath his chair, humbly studying the backs of his shoes and socks.
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Kneeling unobtrusively on the cobblestones and studying the backs of my master's shoes and socks... |
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...whilst steadfastly ensuring I am not distracted by the shoes and socks of his beautiful companion |
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The LAw states it is my master's socks that I must concentrate on... |
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...since they are the socks of my owner... |
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...and thus they too are my owners! |
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Of course, I would dearly love to be jointly owned by his interlocutor's socks! |
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I can only hope that she becomes his girlfriend, thereby giving me legitimate reason to study her socks too! |
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But, for now, I must respectfully ignore them... |
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...in favour of my master's socks |
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The socks of a real man... |
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...a handsome man... |
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...conversing with a beautiful young woman! |
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Truly, I am down where I belong... |
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...down amongst the shoes and socks of my betters! |
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There is more intelligence in my master's sock than in my whole being! |
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That's what the Law says! |
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Likewise, the mistress-madam's socks are brimming with intelligence... |
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...and superiority over me! |
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But I remain dutifully focussed on my master's socks... |
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...as befits a man's personal footslave! |