Jane

Jane complained, "Pain!" on a chain plane to Maine. Insane Jane's feigned pain was the bane of the plane' she main. Jane complained the veins strained; unwaned, gained Jane pain. Jane complained, 'twas engrained in the brains of the same on the plane. The sane complained, "why not a train? Or a drive down the lane in the rain?" Jane's head craned- "but trains and down lanes in the rain to Maine are mundane!"