Mrs. Maginn throws sticks at the moon
and smiles at her garden of axes.
Each of her sons will perish by noon
to lessen the burden of taxes.
Mr. Dumont does tricks with a spoon
and samples his medley of waxes.
Each of his dentures comes as a boon
for shredding his criminal faxes.
Mrs. Maginn and Mr. Dumont!
Your affair makes the neighbourhood swoon!
Mr. Dumont and Mrs. Maginn!
Embers of love are cooling too soon!
mimic hootings 