"Short and sweet, my baby's all mine
Head to feet, she's barely 4'9"
She don't come up to here, she stay down there
She don't come up to here, know what I mean?"
That's poetry all right. Betjeman and Keats couldn't have come up with that, but St. Hubbins, Tufnell and Smalls could, and did.
3 months ago