I Don'T Sell Beer To Minors

When it comes to selling you beer, I will sell you none. You have no identification and you look under twenty-one. You come here and try to buy beer every day. I won't sell you any so you might as well go away. I'm going to pop you in the eye and give you a shiner. You'd better learn that I don't sell beer to minors. (Even though this is a fictional poem, it's important to keep alcohol beverages out of the hand of minors.)