I'm gorged with such thought with your body this near,
I do hope to display you this very same year.
Long enough you won't last, far too soon you'll decay.
I must devise a synopsis of ten ways I'll flay.
With blade tight in hand and your flesh now exposed
the room smells of warm sulfur as the candlelight glows.
The most sought after cut is what I'll cut first.
I butcher ladies and lads seeking the youngest flesh first.
For ten dollars a pound you'll eat the best meat.
At My Butcher Shop "You Always Are What You Eat!"