Bribe
Master Simon sir bribes my gaoler-sir to keep me locked permanently in the stocks, whilst his pretty wife has me kiss her sneakered foot.
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| Master Simon sir, magnificent man that he is, is prepared to bribe my gaoler sir to keep me in confinement... |
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| ...whilst his pretty wife holds her sneakered foot up to my feckless face for respect-kissing! |
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| I can see the details of her BROWN SOCK... |
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| ...including the patterns in the STITCHING! |
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| This is a SOCK which is glorying over me... |
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| ...a SOCK of POWER! |
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| I kiss its accompanying SNEAKER most fervently... |
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| ...as I don't wish to displease either Ms Mukta or her husband |
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| Not while my fate is being determined... |
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| ...by the exchange of money... |
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| ...albeit a paltry amount! |
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| My fickle fate, it seems, is in the FEET of my two master sirs! |












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