The Plane the Plane!

The island was, an isle of lust,
For food, and sex, and games.
Owned by a very healthy man,
With lots of wealth and fame,
And helped by his shrimp who'd call,
"Hey Boss, the plane the plane!"

One day the shrimp looked up and called,
"Hey Boss, the plane the plane!"
And when it landed and it stopped,
Out stepped Miss Sally Jane.
Miss Sally Jane was debonair,
Quite sexy and quite vain.
And as the midget's eyes popped out,
He gasped "The Plane the Plane!"

The midget may have been real small,
But he loved to play the same,
And as he watched her walk away,
He breathed "The Plane the Plane!

Sally Jane just didn't know,
She had a tiny brain,
All she knew was she loved sex,
All kinds all ways the same!"
And as Mike's eyes followed her,
He sighed, "The Plane the Plane!"

Sally Jane got settled in,
Her cabin on the lane.
As Sally Jane sat on the pot,
He heard her grunt of pain,
The midget mumbled to himself,
"Oh Boss, the Plane the Plane!"

The midget sneaked inside her door,
And listened to her strain.
He heard a plop and then a sigh,
He ooed, "The Plane the Plane!"

The plopping sound her turd had made,
As it finally came,
Made poor Mikie’s eyes pop out,
He cried out, “The Plane the Plane!”

His mind was burning with pure lust,
He spied on Sally Jane.
He saw her plump and sweet round ass,
And groaned, "The Plane the Plane!"

The midget couldn't stand no more,
He confronted Sally Jane,
He told her all about his lust,
And asked if she were game?

Sally Jane just grinned and bent,
Exposing what he'd named,
As little Mike shoved deep inside,
He moaned, "The Plane the Plane!"

The midget fucked her all night long,
She never was the same.
When he left at crack of dawn,
He grinned, "The Plane the Plane!!"