Said General Clay to General Gore, <br />'Oh must we fight this silly war? <br />To kill and die is such a bore.' <br />'I quite agree,' said General Gore. <br />Said General Gore to General Clay, <br />'We could go to the beach today <br />And have some ice cream on the way.' <br />'A grand idea,' said General Clay. <br />Said General Gore to General Clay, <br />'But what if the sea is closed today? <br />And what if the sand's been blown away?' <br />'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay. <br />Said General Gore to General Clay, <br />'I've always feared the ocean's spray, <br />And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may. <br />It chills my blood,' said General Clay. <br />Said General Clay to General Gore, <br />'My bathing suit is slightly tore. <br />We'd better go on with our war.' <br />'I quite agree,' said General Gore. <br />Then General Clay charged General Gore <br />As bullets flew and cannons roared. <br />And now, alas! there is no more <br />Of General Clay or General Gore.<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-generals/
