Turning the Spit
At a history museum
By the hearth there was a spit
With a slatted-wood contraption
By a rope attached to it.
When we read the explanation
We were totally surprised.
The contraption was a cage
In which a small dog exercised.
Like a hamster wheel, the dog would run
In circles so the meat
In the spit would turn, which helped
To make the cooking more complete.
With this mean but slick solution,
What was roasting would not burn,
But I hope at least the dog would get
A taste of what he’d earn.
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