A Different Kind of Switch

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

When I refused to buy my son a Nintendo Switch, he turned on me.

He gave away all of my possessions, including my big screen TV.

He wound up getting a switch but not the kind that he expected.

He wound up crying and crying because of the switch I selected.

The switch that he got was a hickory switch.

I used it on his butt and he screamed like a b***h.

He learned that giving away my possessions wasn't a smart thing to do.

He didn't want the kind of switch that he got because his butt is black and blue.