You can argue with a tennis ball
or argue with your hat.
You can argue with bananas
or a broken baseball bat.

You can argue with your locker.
You can argue with your shoe.
You can argue all day long
until your face is turning blue.

You can argue with a pickle.
You can argue with a bee.
It's a fact that you can argue
with most anything you see.

You can argue with the football field
or argue with the bleachers.
But I've found it isn't very smart
to argue with the teachers.

--Kenn Nesbitt

This poem appears in the book
Revenge of the Lunch Ladies