*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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Move aside, Ogden :)
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