The Morning After

Once there was a boy named Ryan who is seven
He was unintentionally hit during practice by Kevin

Through his misery, all he wanted was me
But as a mother of three, I had other places to be

That night he snuggled with Dad, which was nice
But was quick to find out that he didn’t like ice

The morning after, he saw it wasn’t so rough
To have a black eye, makes you look really tough!