Luck Enough

I'm getting married on Sunday,
the little boy said to me.
Her name's Sammy,
and she's as pretty as can be.

There's an ampersan on my knee
thanks to you.
There's a cut on your lip
thanks to me.
"I hope I have a bruise by the end of the week," said he.

How did we get so lucky?
Guess we've all had to endure"bad stuffs".
But, at least the officer said
"Sorry."