(Luke 15: the story of the lost son)

Feeling footless and frisky, a feather-brained
fellow
Forced his fond father to fork over the
farthings.
He flew far to foreign fields,
And 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 have filled his
frame
With foraged food from fodder fragments.
'Fooey! My father's flunkies fare finer!'
The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly
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 favour.'
The far-sighted father, forestalling further
flinching,
Frantically flagged the flunkies, 'Fetch a fatling
from the flock and fix a feats!'
The fugitive's fault-finding brother frowned
On this fickle forgiveness of formed falderal.
But the faithful father figured,
'Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found!
Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!'
His father's forgiveness formed the foundation
For the former fugitive's future fortitude.