The Prodigal Son Parable in the Key of F
Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the family finances. He flew far to foreign fields and frittered his fortune feasting fabulously with faithless friends. Finally, facing famine and fleeced by his fellows in folly, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard.
Fairly famished, he fain would have filled his frame with the foraged fragments left by the filthy farmyard creatures. “Fooey! My father’s flunkies fare far finer,” the frazzled fugitive said, frankly facing facts. Frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding he forthwith fled to his family.
Falling at his father’s feet, he floundered forlornly. “Father, I’ve flunked, and fruitlessly forfeited family favor.” But the faithful father, forestalling further flinching frantically flagged the flunkies. “Fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a feast.”
But the fugitive’s fault-finding frater frowned on the fickle forgiveness of the former folderol. His fury flashed. But fussing was futile. For the far-sighted father figured, “Such filial fidelity is fine, but what forbids fervent festivity? The fugitive is found! Unfurl the flags, with fanfares flaring! Let fun and frolic freely flow! Former failure is forgotten, folly is forsaken! And forgiveness forms the foundation for future fortitude.”