A Fong

"I'm afraid I feel awfully foolish,"

offered Frank not far from Forfar.

"Forsooth my father will follow,

For life frankly feels fun from afar."


"Thus we fall from the firmament fondly,

Frightened foals flinch from further afield.

Fenestrations and fortunate fables,

Fortuitous fellows don't fail."


So I flicked my fingers on Friday,

finding Frank phoning Fifi the frog

I've finished this fong for the fifth time

Bid farewell as I fumble in fog.



The End

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