Within the slightly elevated backroom
of the ‘Tramps & Thieves’ Tavern,
situated upon the waterfront of Cheapside.
Sits Noel ‘Know-It-All’ Knuckleblack,
in nostalgic half-drunk reverie.
Sipping a wickedly expensive green liquid
from a silver-rimmed, crystal cut, shot glass.
Eagerly awaiting his pre-ordered Covey
of ‘Great Horizontals’
now that he has sufficiently re-energized
from his delightful but messy breakfast
of a couple of ‘Three-Penny-Upright’s’
All dodgy dealings of the day concluded,
a steak, oyster, kidney & lark pudding dinner
consumed heartily and tucked nicely away.
He is now more than ready for a little warmth,
friendly company & delightful ‘Slap & Tickle’
to help drive his gentlemanly sophistication away.
An opium filled snail pillbox in waistcoat pocket,
ready for the after-play, caressing small hours.
He gently hums ‘Come Into The Garden, Maud’
Whilst, impatiently anticipating the street door
to explode in lipstick-smeared smiles,
feminine perfumes & welcoming good humour.