The poem
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.