The Prodigal Son in the Key of P

Pining for pretzels, pislner and polkas a pre-pubescent punk pressed his Pa for post-mortem pasetas prior to the padres passing. Prancing and partying with pretentious pals and professional pleasure providers pushed the plebe promptly poorward. Presently he paused…pondering his position passing pods to pigs in a polluted pen panting after the procurement of parallel pottage.

“Pah!,”, he postulated, “Pop’s peasants possess pleasant porridge whilst I pass provisions to pigs in poop.”  Ploddingly pacing ‘pon the paterfamilias the penitent posed, petitioning, “Pa, please pardon past faux pas, poor planning and parting with proceeds.”

Presently the patriarch pulled the peasants to the patio promptly producing precious pajamas and porterhouse.

The prima donnas primigenous pal protested prodigiously, “A proclivity for pernicious proceedings proves no prerogative for portly pampering! Persistent probity plus parsimony provide prescription for periodic pleasantries!”

“Pish-posh!” plied the progenitor, “progenies passing the planet propagates pain but prolonged potency proves positively pleasing!”

Something a little different today. Sometimes looking at an old story (or marketing message?) in a new way results in stretched creativity.

What stories do you know, or tell, that could use a fresh perspective?