Pan

How has it all panned out?

In Panborough of the pandemic's

Panhandled attempt

At playing the Pan pipes

Blowing their Pandora's box

Wide open

Panoramic you might say

Pandemonium yes, perhaps

Panic, certainly, by the panful

Pantheons on the terracotta park flooring

Panthers leaping from panning cameras

Sweeping down the Ecuadorian jungle panoramas

And then see Pan, his face a contorted, spurgled

blood-strained grin

As he scours the river for the gold panning

Guinea-guzzling, tin-pan-alley, Pancake-men 

who lay their bottom dollar

Down on a wager they will strike it rich

Ah the itch of the Pancreas, as it exudes its final toxins

And chemical compounds -pancreatic, a panoply of

Poisons percolating through pantopia

It's just like the pantomime of the pangolins

Who started it all