Submitted by Wally Brown (I have no idea who this is. LKH)

THE PRODIGAL SON 

Feeling footloose, frisky and fancy-free, the feather-brained
fellow, forced his fine father to fork over the family fortune,
and flew to foreign fields, and frittered his fortune in feasting
fabulously, with faithless friends. Fleeced by his fellows in
folly and facing famine, he found himself a feed-flinger on a
filthy farm. Fairly famishing he filled his frame with the forage
food from fodder fragments. 

"Phooey, says he, the father's flunkies fare far better," frankly
facing facts, he fled forthwith to his family. Falling at his
father's feet, he forlornly fumbled, "Father, I've flunked, and
fruitlessly forfeited the family favours." The farsighted father,
forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged the flunkies
to fetch the fatlings from the flock and fix the feast.

The fugitive's fault-finding brother, frowned on the fickle
forgiveness and former folderol, but the faithful father figured
filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found. What forbids
further festivities? Let the flags be flown, let the fanfare
flair.