PRODIGAL

Poet's Corner

The prodigal son was rather bored
His world was endlessly dull
He wondered if by getting some loot
He could make his life more full.
So off to dad he meekly went
To claim what he was due
He nearly fainted, the answer was yes
And gladness did ensue.

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