A poem…
April 2nd 2012
There was a man who did so misbehave,
That Miss Davenshaw decided to make him her slave.
He did cry and scream in pointless protest,
But Miss Davenshaw ignored him and put her heel on his chest.
Poor slave! oh how he struggled to escape to his hovel,
But his new mistress just smiled and made him grovel.
Miss Davenshaw said “There are many tasks for me to pick.
“But let’s start with my shoes, it’s time for you to lick.”
Recognising she had him beat, the slave unsuccessfully tried to make a retreat.
“Pathetic man, you’re in a hole, you better get used to the taste of my sole!”
Till this day he remains her dutiful slave and
Kissing her feet he now really craves.
The final word of this cautionay tale
Should go to the lady who did prevail:
“The moral here is simple and sweet -
If you’re a man, you belong at my feet.”