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!"
Pirates filled with desires,
And thieves filled with wants,
Sailed and swayed they crossed
the white lapping waves,
Sunken ships unfolded
yet spirits unwaned.
In the depths of the sea
their anchor laid,
On the deck smoke wafts
and great cannons ignite,
Nowhere but the unknown
lies their fate.
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