Slippery As An Un-Bondaged Fox In Custard by Paul Tristram

He twirls the pointed ends
of his splendid moustache
between immaculately
groomed finger and thumb.
Gives a cheeky
Terry Thomas grin
to his various reflections
bouncing off of
the highly polished silver wear.
Pops another Capstan Full Strength
into the ivory and jade
cigarette holder.
Lighting with a striking flourish
from an England’s Glory matchbox.
He proceeds to muse contentedly,
hum a little naval ditty
and blow perfect smoke squares
just like he’d learnt
all those years ago in Africa.
After two more Courvoisier’s,
a line off Peruvian cocaine
from a little onyx snuffbox.
He bellows for his manservant,
informing the practical
and competent young fellow.
To take a twenty minute coach ride
over to Madam Tilly’s in Soho.
Bringing him back home a takeout
of three young oriental beauties.
Each as cute as sixpence in the rain
and as slippery as an un-bondaged
fox in custard, By Jove, what, what!

paul smoking - Copy
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at You can also read his poems and stories here!

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