My Teenage Son Stole My Credit Card

This is a fictional poem.

My teenage son decided to steal me credit card.

I put him over my knee and spanked him hard.

He's been a pain in the butt ever since he first peed in my face.

He spent five thousand dollars in one day, it's truly a disgrace.

He bought stuff at pawn shops and it can't be returned.

As he rubbed the seat of his pants, there was a lesson that he learned.

He learned what happens when people steal from me.

Now that his butt is sore, he's as sorry as he can be.