Mocking Me At Midnight
A pretty girl crouches down in order to mock me at midnight. She asks me what I particularly like about her socks, seeing as how I am a pathetic sockieboy slave? I politely and respectfully inform her that I like the pattern in the stitching of her short, white socks, and she and her handsome, beer-drinking boyfriend duly laugh out loud at me.
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| Humbly expressing my admiration for the young woman's sock stitches... | 
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| ...much to her, and her manly boyfriend's, amusement! | 
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| She laughs out loud at my obsequious, sock-stitch-praising words! | 
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| The socks I admire so much | 
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| My humbling view of the socks | 
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| I can just make out the individual lines of stitching in the darkness | 
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| I can hear her boyfriend laughing at me too! | 
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| And I can observe his manly boots in the distance | 
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| But it is the FEMALE SOCKS that most DOMINATE my lowly field of footslave vision! | 
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| I shamefacedly PRAISE the bright young woman's SOCKS! | 
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| They are, after all, the SOCKS of a SUPERIOR BEING - of a BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN | 
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| No wonder the master-sir (her boyfriend) looks down on me with MANLY MOCKING LAGHTER! I'm just a pathetic and impotent SOCK-ADMIRER for his pretty girlfriend! | 
 
 
