The F Word

Feeling footloose and frisky, a fanciful feather-brained fellow fairly forced his fond father to fork over the farthings and flew to foreign fields. There he frittered his fine fortune, feasting fabulously with faithless friends in foolish folly.

Fleeced by his foppish fellows, and facing famine, he found himself a feed-flinger in a frustratingly filthy farmyard. Fairly famished and feeling faint, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from found fodder fragments.

"Phooey! My father's field flunkies fare far finer", the frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled. Frankly facing facts, frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding, he fled forth-with to his family. Falling at his father's feet, he forlornly fumbled, "Father, I have flippantly flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favor!"

The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching and flouncing, fervently and frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a fancy feast.

The fugitive's fault-finding brother frowned on fickle forgiveness of former folderol. But the faithful father figured, "Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found! What forbids fervent festivity? Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!"

And the father's forgiveness formed the foundation for the former fugitive's future fortitude.