Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Chow Down

I murdered my wife, Sue, at home.
It doesn't really matter why.
Let's just say she tended to roam,
And I'm a short fuse kind of guy.
Being a prime butcher by trade,
I put her body in the tub,
And skinned away with sharpened blade,
Giving the parts a thorough scrub.
Then, into the grinder all went,
Coming out in ground up mass.
No longer was there any hint
That this was once one bitchy lass.

At the neighborhood barbecue,
I grilled some burgers - thanks to Sue.