Mr Minty Breath

To a friend, a fruit: Litchi chinensis

Air drawn and exhaled
Formed odd shapes in the dead of night
A stake raised, a scream, a push with all his might
Poor guy lay motionless, impaled

'Twas during the afternoon
In the mall amidst the colourful festoon
That the attentive eye caught the rascal
Bottle in one hand, crept menacingly towards a girl

A sinister smile formed across his face
An equally evil grin carved a distance away
The unfolding drama, the observer, doesn't seem to faze
Continued chewing, waiting as the day gives way

He stumbled along the glistening pavement
He strode quietly, still chewing, preparing judgment
A tap on the shoulder and a blow to the cheek
Bundled into the trunk and driven to a creek

As he lay atop gravels and grass
He regretted his words so crass
Bloody thigh impaled, he won't meet Death
But tonight, he met Terror with a minty breath