Last night in Compton Street, Soho,
A man whom many of you know
Gave up the ghost at half past nine.
That evening he had been to dine
At Gressington’s—an act unwise,
But not the cause of his demise.
[Excerpt]
Poetry Atlas has a number of other poems about Soho.
Gressington's has (luckily, one supposes) disappeared.