For seething, bubbling cauldron such as this is,
I’ll skip the skipping-rope and jump to kisses.
’Tis such a night as only London knew
In the full seasons of our heart’s content—
When, like some fairy pageant in review,
Love, Pleasure, Luxury together blent,
Made life not all too boring for the Few;
And Unemployment, fix’t at ten per cent.,
Furnished—by all means of charity bazaars—