That's My Humble Job
‘Straighten my socks, slave!’
‘Yes, mistress. At once, pretty mistress madam.
That’s my humble job, for I am a public socks adjuster. This
is all I do, day in and day out; 365 days a year – so that my superior
customers don’t have to lean down and pull up their own socks!
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| I respectfully handle the pretty customer-mistress's right sock on her shapely ankle | 
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| I pull it up as best I can | 
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| Followed by her left sock | 
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| I can only hope and pray that the socks are now even at the tops... | 
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| ...though I can see that some creases remain (I didn't say that I was any good at my humble job!) | 
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| My fate is very much in the hands of these socks! | 
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| I can literally feel their power over me! | 
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| My back is sore from being bent over all day long | 
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| But I must focus on the SOCK - not my PAIN! | 
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| The customer doesn't give a damn about my PAIN! | 
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| She inspects her socks after I have finished straightening them | 
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| All I can do is nervously await her socks' judgment! | 
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| Mercifully, it seems they are satisfied, as they silently turn their backs on me and walk away | 
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| I know they aren't perfect, and so does their wearer | 
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| But she is nothing if not a sweet and merciful customer-mistress! | 
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| Her socks will do! | 
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| For now, at least! | 
 
 
