Or, Eve’s Misadventures in three delis at lunchtime:
Do you like green peas in rice?
I do not like them, they’re not nice.
I do not like peas in my rice.
I do not like them with Chinese
I’d rather eat rice flecked with fleas.
Please, no peas in pork-fried rice
I’d rather eat out Heidi Fleiss.
Give peas a chance in Spanish rice?
I say no once, I say no twice!
Peas do not belong in rice;
I cannot be much more precise.
I would not let them in my house.
I’d rather give them to the mouse.
I do not like them here or there,
So, deli owners, best beware!
Next time I detect peas in rice,
Out of your throat I’ll take a slice.
I’ll pick those peas out one by one
And load them in a tommygun.
I’ll shoot those peas right down your gob—
And then I’ll form a Rice Lynch Mob.
That’s how much I hate peas in rice—
Won’t change my tune for any price.