A LONDON NIGHT. 

Up the Angel,
The Hooker,
The Pimp,
And the Fence,
Danced to the tune of 
A London night,
For crossing over,
Mingling at once with the Street sleepers,
 And Theatre goers,

Under the Sad
And reflective neon that sparkled and glowed,
The Standard was read,
And the Standard was damp,
 Damp,

In this well Carpeted Town
Of Monuments,
Where Eros would sleep,
Drawing his bow,
Taught,

And the Thames flowed on,
Beneath her Bridges,
Her Atmospheric Brides,
 Passing the Eye,
And the Mother of Parliaments,
 Parliaments,

Hearts would then entwine,
On Root Masters,
Taxies,
In Royal Parks and Gardens,
For journeying down to the Castle,
Our very own Elephant and Castle .