Murder Poem 1

I'll meet you at five, You bring the sandwiches I'll bring the gun, You speak the language Of love, And I speak that of fun. Let's go for a ride, You just bring yourself and a smile, I'll provide an adequate car, We'll spin it round the sticks a while, We'll push things a little too far. 'Cos Summertime's arrived, So bring some shorts and maybe We'll dip our feet in the river, We're stone cold murderers baby, Winter's a long forgotten shiver. So put on your sunglasses, I'll pump up the sounds, We'll find a likely target, And wind the window down.