In a Bath Teashop

‘’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, who if he had visited Otley, surely would have 
retitled his ode!