Her name is Jane.
I met her while riding on a train.
I sat next to her by the window pane.
She was sucking on a candy cane.
She looked at me and said, “You are a friend I can gain.”
I said to her, “You are in my lane.”
We looked outside and watched the rain.
I saw that her jeans had a white stain.
“My ex-boyfriend went insane.”
She said as she peeled her sock off as her foot was in pain.
She massaged her bare foot with a little strain.
She told me that her dad fought in war, but he was slain.
Now she is on her way to Maine.
She cannot wait to see her dog, a Great Dane.
A ride with her was not in vain.
I rode with a beautiful lady named Jane.