The Prodigal and the Pigs
I took the lion's share of my dad's mad money;
brother, bury the hatchet, I am out of here, honey.
A vicious circle, the rat-race helter skelter, I ran;
feeding pigs with crocodile tears, not quite in my plan.
I will go to my dad, try to wax poetic,
he will surely take pity on a figure so pathetic.
Yes, he saw me coming and killed the fatted calf.
My brother wanted even Steven, said I'd had my half.
Dad's welcoming committee gave new robes, a pretty knick knack.
I learned my lesson, repentantly and really glad I'm back.
© 2009 cherryk
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All agog - Bury the hatchet – Crocodile Tears – Even Steven –
Helter-Skelter – Knick-Knack – Lion’s Share – Mad Money – Wax
Poetic – Vicious circle