The Prodigal Son in "F"
Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow forced his fond
father to fork over the farthings, and flew far to foreign fields and
frittered his fortune; feasting fabulously with faithless friends.
Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine, he found himself in a
filthy farmyard. Fairly famishing he fain would have filled his frame
with foraged food from fodder fragments.
"Phooey, my father's flunkies fare far finer." The frazzled fugitive
frankly faced facts, frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding,
fled forthwith to his family. Falling at his father's feet, he forlornly
fumbled, "Father, I've flunked. I've fruitlessly forfeited family
favor."
The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching,
frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flock and
fix a feast.
The fugitive's faultfinding 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." So father's
forgiveness formed the foundation for the former fugitive's future
fortitude.
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