Friday, April 5, 2013

I Killed My Wife With a Butter Knife

*Note:  This is the result of a challenge that I could not write a rhyming poem in two minutes.  Yes, it's a bit goofy, but I think that it's also kind of cute in a grotesque way.

I Killed My Wife With a Butter Knife

Her blood was red
but tasted blue.
I put a little
in my stew.

Her brain was chewy
and kind of tough.
With one bite,
I'd had enough.

Her thighs were soft
and very sweet.
I decided that
I liked that meat.

I wonder where
my wife would be
if she were not
inside me.

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