Golden skin, a crisp embrace,
The scent of warmth that fills the air,
A feast of flavors, pure and base,
In every bite, a love affair. The juices run, so tender, sweet,
Each shred of meat, a perfect taste,
From first to last, a purest treat,
No morsel left to go to waste. The crackling skin, a savory dream,
A symphony of roasted bliss,
With every bite, a quiet gleam,
A comfort found in something this. The herbs and spice, the secret blend,
Infused in every golden turn,
A simple joy that knows no end,
A hunger only this can burn. On plates it rests, a sight divine,
The centerpiece of home’s delight,
Each piece a treasure, yours and mine,
A meal that warms the coldest night. So gather round, and take your share,
Of this, the finest, humble fare,
For rotisserie’s tender care,
Is food that’s beyond all compare.
