Yes. Today's copy of the Metro tells me it is and inspired into prose by that and Lemsip Max Strength (darn cold) I thought I'd challenge you to leave some poetry of your own in the comments below. Bonus points if it's Worcester Park related but I'm going to be happy with any contribution.
Obviously I can't expect you to do it without having a go myself so without further ado I offer you an untitled 'poem'.
From the station, up the hill
How come I'm commuting still?
Shouldn't I be on a beach relaxing?
Or something else that's not so taxing?
There's lots of things I want to try
One hundred and one before I die
But then I think of all the bills
As I pass KFC on the way uphill
Until the credit crunch is done
Until the lottery is won
I'll leave for work early in the dark
And just stay here in Worcester Park