A Different Kind of Switch

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 *****. 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. (This is a fictional poem)