'Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look.'
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.
John Betjeman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-bath-teashop/
