While not germane, I was trying to get to Spain to see the rain, traveling by train from Fort Wayne to Maine, when a Dane with chest pain said, “Since I’m going down the drain, I’ll no longer abstain.”
So I said, “ Grape or grain,” and he opted for champagne. I thought the strain had made him insane, but it was his disdain for the Trump reign that caused his heart vein pain. (Note: I’ve written a profane refrain about vain Trump’s can’t-retain brain and again maintain the sniffler’s on cocaine.) Anyway …
I now had a migraine from the complaining Dane, who had to be restrained with a chain I’d obtained. The conductor, Hussein, thought this inhumane, and I was detained to be arraigned. But the chained Dane and the formerly constrained birdbrain detrained.
That’s when I hear, “Ze plane, Ze plane!” I say, “Tattoo?” And he feigns, “Tarzane … want to attain a monoplane, named Jane?” And as they say, the rest is his story!
In summary, there’s a 747 in Dennett’s upscale hangar in Lottsburg, VA, and my much smaller Jane is contained in cellophane near my home in Lottslessburg, CA!
Harper Thorpe, Sherry Kappel, Annie Littlewolf, Erik Smith, Tre L. Loadholt, S Lynn Knight ~ 🇺🇸🏳️🌈, Stephen M. Tomic, Mark Starlin, Tracy Aston, Dennett, Elizabeth Helmich, Erika Sauter, Jack Herlocker, Roy, KrisCross