Driving along the roadway
With joy in my heart,
A man was there before me
Looking rather smart.
His thumb he held asunder
Looking for a gift,
I had no need to hurry
I gave him a lift.
We chatted with each other
As through miles we sped,
We spoke about our lifetimes
Many things were said.
He then asked a question
Which had come to mind,
“What if I were a killer
Of the serial kind?”
“That would be so unlikely”
I said with a smirk,
“Two serial killers in the car
Would not really work!”