On the pane the rain distorts the terrain
I can't cut out the pain that does remain in my brain
Don't complain, sniff cocaine to numb the domain
Then drain the vein said the profane
I feign would have slain that Dane
But the insane stain is inhumane
So with disdain of the vane I drank of the cane
And took the needle train with butane down the lane
It's because I'm the son of Cain that the gain did wane
From cellophane I abstain, let me explain
It's the membrane that does contain the lion's mane
So sustain the main sprain
And attain a skein of chain
I strain to retain that refrain
But I deign to hold that this does pertain to my bane?
First obtain then maintain the germane
Then entertain that it's quite plane, it's against the grain
I did ascertain that it did appertain to the inane,
or was it Shane or maybe Blain or Lane
Accutain, Aspertain or even Duane?
Why is the only country Spain, bird crane, and woman Jane?
No there's the Ukraine, and Elaine, and oh yes only crane
Now fry me a plantain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem