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.)
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