Alliterated Prodigal Son: The Final Fixing of the Foolish Fugitive

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."

from Lori's mishmash humor page