Drugs made Pauline vague.
She sat one day at the breakfast table
Fingering in a baffled way
The fronds of the maidenhair plant.
Was it the salt you were looking for dear?
said Dulcie, exchanging a glance with the Brigadier.
Chuff chuff Pauline what's the matter?
Said the Brigadier to his wife
Who did not even notice
What a handsome couple they made.
Admit to being a little perplexed by this poem. Would love to hear others interpretations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's a pretty dark undercurrent here that I cannot put down, but I also find it darkly funny. Middle class on valium a prize little gem for mothers little helpers.