In My Face

Whenever I’m in the pillory in the town square, Ms Mukta madam likes to get right in my face as she mocks me and makes rude gestures at me – as is her perfect right!

Today, I can smell what she had for lunch on her breath (chicken curry). But what really torments me, is the sight of her lovely SOCKTOPS, completely out of reach to me!

Ms Mukta torments me on a hot summer's day as I languish in the pillory

She is making a rude gesture at me. Very unladylike!

I can smell her breath and what she had for lunch

Needless to say, I've not had any lunch. Or breakfast.

But what really torments me is not my empty stomach...

...nor the aroma of Ms Mukta's breath...

...nor even her mocking laughter, right in my face...

...but her out-of-reach SOCKS!

You see, I'm a sucker for SOCKS! Literally so!

And the sight of Ms Mukta's unattainable WHITE SOCKS, peeking out from the tops of her BOOTS...

...fills me with SOCKSLAVISH yearning and frustration!

Oh if only I could reach those SOCKS with my menial mouth!

I would respectfully kiss each SOCKTOP one hundred times!

A thousand times, if she required it!

For I yearn to be the full-time and permanent SLAVE of such a FABULOUS pair of SOCKS!

The SOCKS! Oh the SOCKS!

My mocker's SOCKS!

Oh pray, mistress Mukta, have mercy on me, mistress Mukta madam!... Oh your SOCKS, miss!

Truly, I yearn to serve your SOCKS, miss!

Pray hold your leg up to my face, that I might kiss-respect the top of your SOCK, mistress-madam!

She won't of course. She's here to MOCK; not to give SOCK!

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