Gimme some sardined rice
Sorry— that's the price?
Do you then have mice on ice?
Its price?
Thrice a sardined rice per slice!
Jesus Chris— thrice?
Okay, get me three slices of mice on ice
No freaking flies, no lice
On my mice, just ice...
Nice!
Zinjanthropus
To give you the context...the persona of the poem is at a ‘fast food’ store's counter.