Libertarian Poem About Toys (or) Jumping the Shark With This One

In the city you see things you'd never expect
Like authorized dealers of Legos.
What does that mean? Does the city inspect
The toy stores and suspicious preggos?
"Ma'am, were you trying to buy half a bag?
I'm sorry, but that's 'gainst the law."
"No sir, well, maybe, but just for my son."
Good heavens, but isn't that flawed!?
Free up the market and let Legos loose!
Vive Laissez-Faire and all that.
Seize regulation and give it the noose,
Why live as a slave to a prat?