Doing Me The Honour

‘Kiss my feet, boy!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. You are better than me, sir.’

A mighty and magnificent man - a much better man than me - does me the honour of approaching my face

‘Kiss my feet, boy!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. You are better than me, sir.’

I humbly kiss the boots of the much better man

This is such an honour...

...even though his boots taste, and smell, musty!

For the likes of me - a lowly public footservant - to be allowed to taste the boots of such a superior man...

...is truly humbling, and a great honour!

Then the man provides me with the even greater honour of showing me his socktops by hitching up his right trouser-leg!

I can now see the sock of a much better man than me!

'Oh sir!...Oh master sir!...Your Sock!...Your SOCK, sir!... Oh I am not worthy, sir!'

 

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