My Teenage Son Stole My Credit Card

My teenage son decided to steal my 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.

(This is a fictional poem.)