The Prodigal

(a borrowed rendition; Author Unknown)

Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow

Forced his fond father to fork over the farthings,

Flew far to foreign fields,

And fabulously frittered his fortune with faithless friends.

Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine,

He found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard.

Fairly famishing, his fain would’ve filled his frame

With foraged food from fodder fragments.

“Fooey, my father’s flunkies fare far finer,”

The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly facing facts.

Frustrated by failure, and filled with foreboding,

He fled forthwith to his family.

Falling at his father’s feet, he forlornly fumbled, “Father, I’ve flunked,

And fruitlessly forfeited family fellowship favor.”

The far-sighted father, forestalling further flinching,

Frantically flagged the flunkies.

“Fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a feast!”

The fugitive’s fault-finding brother frowned

On fickle forgiveness of former folderol.

But the faithful father figured,

“Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found!

What forbids fervent festivity?

Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!”

His father’s forgiveness formed the foundation

For the former fugitive’s future fortitude.

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