Treasure Island

Douglas McClarty

(Northern Ireland)

A Spanish Secret


I was offered the secret of Iberia
There it was offered clear in print
Was brought from a field of acorns
And it would not cost me a mint

I was no clandestine agent or spy
Just really hungry and extremely dry
This strange offer to good to be true
Was now on my plate ready to chew

For the secret offered was a bit of a pig
Was the restaurant waiter taking the lig
No, It was truly a Spanish secret surprise
A piece of pork served with French fries.
Yummy.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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