A Rubbish Poem About Jane Withers

This is Jane.

It's plain
to see
that Jane
is thrilled to meet me.

I told Jane
I was trying to think
of words
that rhymed with her name.

But I spoke in vain.
She wasn't listening
so I told her again.

Jane said 'Pain'.

I suggested 'Insane.'

She liked that one.

'And zany
would be good
if you were called Janey.
May I call you Janey?'

Janey said 'No!!!!!!!!!!!!'
to that one
though.

Admire her sartorial elegance in the extra!!!!!!

Janey

Damnonii