The Pathos of Panos

My tiger friend has got the sled

And I have packed a snack.

We’re all set for the trip ahead.

We’re never coming back!


We’re abandoning this life we led!

So long, Mom and Pop!

We’re sick of doing what you’ve said

And now it’s going to stop!


We’re going where it snows all year,

Where life can have real meaning.

A place where we won’t have to hear,

“Your room could stand some cleaning.”

The Yukon is the place for us!

That’s where we want to live.

Up there we’ll get to yell and cuss

And act real primitive.


We’ll never have to go to school,

Forced into submission,

By monstrous crabby teachers who’ll

Make us learn addition.

We’ll never have to clean a plate

Of veggie glops and goos.

Messily we’ll masticate

Using any fork we choose!


The timber wolves will be our friends.

We’ll stay up late and howl

At the moon till nighttime ends

Before going out on the prowl.


Oh what a life! We cannot wait,

To be in that arctic land,

Where we’ll be masters of our fate,

And lead a life that’s grand!


No more of parental rules!

We’re heading for some snow!

Good riddance to those grownup ghouls,

We’re leaving! Yukon Ho!


One response to “The Pathos of Panos

  1. brandy turnbuckle

    a birdie tweeted me from the future, that the last good ole american sardinery, up in sleepy Prospekt Hrbr, Maine, has now been turned into a transmogrification plant. “Transmogrifying what?”, you might ask? Why, sardine tins into and none other than–parfumed cinnamon buns!–sticky w/ ooze but nil in nutrition…

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