in some pseudo-Malay poetic form (Google 'pantoum').
To Panama, past Perth, through Panmunjom
she swept, pan-global pandemonium.
Nor'd psalm on panpipe play'd provoke a calm.
Nor'd balm be brung by wrung harmonium.
Ne'er slept, her global pandemonium,
attacking pap 'n' pancreas alike.
Nor'd balm be brung by wrung harmonium.
No pae'n discover'd, panacea-like.
Attacking pap 'n' pancreas alike,
her damn pandemic panic brought to pass.
Nor'd pae'n, uncover'd, panacea-like
trepan the pate of that Pandora lass.
Her damn pandemic panic brought to pass
to Panama, to Perth, to Panmunjom.
Who'll pot the pan of that Pandora lass...?
Some pantywaist...? Oh, pshaw! (Perhaps her Mom...*)
* In panhellenic mythology, Pandora is the first
human woman created by Hephaestus. Therefore,
unfortunately, she has no mother. Uh-oh!
Still, pulling out one's panyo just won't do,
nor'll paging Dr. Pangloss, who would merely
a Pollyanna panoply (or two)
of fixes fake forge, albeit sincerely.
No paging Dr. Pangloss! Pang would merely
engage in "happy talk," or an array
of fixes false forge, albeit sincerely.
No panegyric ever saved the day.
Engage in "happy talk"...? Pour an array
of "pie-meet-sky" solutions...? Not his* style.
No, panegyrics seldom save the day.
Nor does he plan on living in denial.
Nope, "pie-meet-sky" solutions aren't his style.
And pulling out his panyo just won't do.
Nor does he plan on living in denial.
"Wait! Pollyanna: does she not pull through...?"*
* This question is posed by one Pancho Garcia
Lorca, panhandler turned poet and, more recently,
composer of this and other pantoums, partial and
otherwise. Senor Garcia Lorca has set his own words
to music for tenor, harp, cello and organ. In addition,
like Cesar Frank before him, Garcia Lorca has set the
strophe "Panis angelicus" swiped from the hymn
"Sacris solemnis" by Thomas Aquinas with a similar
instrumentation.
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