London Casino (Business Affairs) Poem by Pierre Rausch

He dined and watched
'Since the playhouse is independent'
- He laughed and clapped -
“It has been vanished”
It proved to be a very successful theater
The club for military officers to be, a rank in ammunition
With locals to compete, Nippy in 1930
Musical comedies and revue

Soho gushes through Old Compton,
Another dined and listened precariously
It's the street that isn't trader,
The butcher’s clientele, the investor's
A brunch for a cabaret:
“All highlights are here” in the temperature, he colored
The desert south-east,
North-east, the airport
Cotton fields, a drama
“Supper a stage show”
“Pantomime a drama”
“Supper a stage show”
A lindworm holiday nest

Halberd, marksman
East flair of the variety