Sense Sonnet - Chiller

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The wife signed us up for a show

That was live streaming both of us

As a loving, cooking duo.

Of course the wife did make a fuss,

Criticizing me which she shared

With the audience of my fault

Over the roast we both prepared.

The wife in my wounds sprinkled salt.

The roast got done through my hot hell,

And then did come the carving time.

The camera caught us so well.

I was grinning throughout the crime.

The last feeling felt by the wife,

My skill with carving fork and knife.