The Prodigal Son

My friend Carol learned this alliterative story by heart and recited it at a church function. It’s very cleverly written and I thought I would share it…

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Feeling foot-lose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow forced his fond Father to fork over the family farthings.

He flew far to foreign fields and fritted 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 famished he feign would have filled his frame with food foraged from fodder fragments......

“Phooey, my Father’s flunkies fair far finer!”

The frazzled fugitive, frankly facing facts, frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding flew forthwith to his family.

Flinging himself at his Father’s feet he forlornly fumbled “Father, I flunked. I fruitlessly forfeited family favour”.

The far-sighted Father, forestalling further flinching frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flocks and fix a feast.

The fugitive’s fault finding brother frowned on fickle forgiveness but the faithful Father figured filial fidelity is fine; and so the fugitive was found.

What forbids fervent festivity? Let flags be unfurled, let fanfares flare ................

and the moral of the story is ....

The father’s forgiveness formed the foundation for the former fugitive’s future fortitude!