Local sink-estate resident, Ms Karen madam, often likes to
visit me in order to publicly mock me. Today she points out that her white socks are creased
inside her boots and asks me what I think of that? I humbly respond that I find
the sight of her creased socks marvellous but humbling madam, begging her female pardon
miss?
She just laughs at me, before having me kiss her boots as a real man walks past us.
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| Ms Karen madam mockingly asks me what I think of her creased socks |
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| I gush forth praise for her creased socks, as befits a humble public footservant |
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| My humbling view of Ms Karen madam's creased, white sock |
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| She has me kiss her boots |
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| My lowly lips must therefore taste where she has been |
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| As I am kiss-respecting her boot, beneath her creased sock, a real man approaches. I can hear him chortling at me |
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| But, pathetically, I continue to kiss boot... |
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| ...beneath creased sock |
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| Truly I am where I belong - down amongst the feet and footwear of my betters! |
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| The man glances disparagingly down towards me |
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| ...before proceeding on his merry way, as Ms Karen deftly switches her booted feet again in front of my feckless face! |
