Soho Nights
In the middle of the bright Soho Nights Barefoot princesses walk in the streets In the quest for a deep and humid moat To squeeze and kiss some frog or toad Before dawn comes, settle for the tadpoles High hopes lend big bright eyes to the future Even if its tongue is stale and sticky… […]
Groovy hairdresser’s in Soho Nights This is not a Somerset Maugham’s novel No Singapore Sling sipping at the Raffles But the dream thrives in the London night It will last like the rose until the morning light Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Old School Soho Nights at local gay bars But we can soon expect a woke on woke shootout Where leather will be banned as cruelty to animals There is no end to the witch-hunt Since proper witches have long been extinct Even if they were of the endangered species The temples and their lords wanted […]