Aug 11, 2016

The Prodigal Son

NOTE: I'm not sure wrote this...I found it in an old file. Enjoy!

  (In The Key Of "F")        

Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow force his father to fork over the family farthings, And flew to foreign fields.

He frittered his fortune, feasting fabulously with faithless friends.

Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard.  Fairly famishing, he fain would fill his frame with foraged food from fodder fragments.

"Phooey, my father's flunkies fare far finer!"  The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, 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 farsighted father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged his flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flock, and fix a feast. 

The fugitive's fault-finding brother frowned on the fickle forgiveness of former folderol.  But the fruitful father figured, "Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found!  What forbids fervent festivity?  Let flags be unfurled!  Let fanfares flare!  

Father's forgiveness formed the foundation for the former fugitive's future fortitude!

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