Younger men’s blows are unsuitable

Poorly landing on two old fools

Both love or lust over chuckling Pixie

Neither will use common sense

Wrestling, kicking, boxing  erratically

Now rain arrives to birth copious mud

Nymph’s mocking laughter, pronounced

Every mortal and God can hear her

Filthy fools finally wise up and pick up

Toss Ms. Assume into equalizing sludge

Thus all three wear the brown attire

Sadly, Dirty Diva has no way home