Alliterated Prodigal Son
The Final Fixing of the Foolish Fugitive


Originally composed by Rev. W. O. Taylor, quoted in More Holy Humor




	Feeling footloose, fancy-free and frisky, this feather-brained fellow
	finagled his fond father into forking over his fortune.  Forthwith, he
	fled for foreign fields and frittered his farthings feasting
	fabulously with fair-weather friends. Finally, fleeced by those folly
	filled fellows and facing famine, he found himself a feed flinger in a
	filthy farm-lot.  He fain would have filled his frame with foraged
	food from fodder fragments.

	"Fooey!  My father's flunkies fare far fancier," the frazzled
	fugitive fumed feverishly, frankly facing fact.

	Frustrated from failure and filled with forebodings, he fled for
	his family.  Falling at his father's feet, he floundered forlornly.
	"Father, I have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited further family
	favors . . ."

	But the faithful father, forestalling further flinching,
	frantically flagged his flunkies to fetch forth the finest fatling and
	fix a feast.
	
	But the fugitive's fault finding frater , faithfully farming his
	father's fields for free, frowned at this fickle forgiveness of former
	falderal. His fury flashed, but fussing was futile.
	
	His foresighted father figured, "Such filial fidelity is fine, but
	what forbids fervent festivities?  The fugitive is found!  Unfurl the
	flags!  With fanfare flaring, let fun, frolic and frivolity flow
	freely, former failures forgotten and folly forsaken.  Forgiveness
	forms a firm foundation for future fortitude."
	
	




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