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Probably not what's expected, but my wife was making beef au jus and joked that the only missing ingredient was me (I don't join her in Denver until later this month). I was in a Halloween-y mood, so I wrote this to tease her. I'm sorry in advance. You hang me to dry, And there 'cross my neck Slashed your knife to the bone. "It's done now!" I cry. No more can I groan. Spills my blood through the slit, And there pools below In the vat from my limbs Into the pit Where the churning sauce brims. One can see you again, Dunking my corpse In a vat-full of sin. You look up from eating With a thousand yard stare "Take my french dip, bitch." You double-dog dare. Pierced by my ankles Down through my veins And that afternoon