Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Brain in a Jar

Only reason I married her,

She owned a bar and I could booze

For free and the wife learned for sure,

Wed, I did win and she did lose.

She knew no way would I divorce,

As I drank her profits away.

So to get rid of me of course

She poisoned me, then did filet

My body into hor d'oeuvres for

Her bar patrons at no expense,

Who all gobbled me down galore,

Getting rid of the evidence.

On a shelf right behind the bar

Is my pickled brain in a jar.