The General is Well-Bred
Petraeus is an epicure,
Vino e cucina daily fare,
Knowing—as such a “realist”--
Fine dining never should be missed.
Without each meal’s aperitif
His strategies might turn to grief;
Why, fared he but on daily grub
How do his duty? There’s the rub.
His soldiers like to see well-fed
The epicure who is their head,
And know—though they may wind up dead--
Their General is so well-bred.
He takes a sip, in deep repose:
Chilled to perfection. So it goes.
The pasta is not overdone,
Sauce not too thick, nor does it run.
Of military men, you see,
None are so fine as General P;
Consummate class so clearly shows
Him with the best of CEOs.
Brush all those crumbs, now; clear that plate;
The General needs to contemplate
Conditions of th’ Iraqi state
(But first dessert: affairs can wait!).
Vino e cucina daily fare,
Knowing—as such a “realist”--
Fine dining never should be missed.
Without each meal’s aperitif
His strategies might turn to grief;
Why, fared he but on daily grub
How do his duty? There’s the rub.
His soldiers like to see well-fed
The epicure who is their head,
And know—though they may wind up dead--
Their General is so well-bred.
He takes a sip, in deep repose:
Chilled to perfection. So it goes.
The pasta is not overdone,
Sauce not too thick, nor does it run.
Of military men, you see,
None are so fine as General P;
Consummate class so clearly shows
Him with the best of CEOs.
Brush all those crumbs, now; clear that plate;
The General needs to contemplate
Conditions of th’ Iraqi state
(But first dessert: affairs can wait!).