“No-Show at Red Becks”
Pardus waited, fists clenched tight,
At Red Becks Café, ready to fight.
He’d called out Bangers, bold and loud—
But the car park stayed bare, no crowd.
In the hedge, Bangers lay low,
Watching it all from the evening glow.
Binoculars up, nerves in a knot—
“Too big, too mad… best not get caught.”
Pardus laughed as the night grew cold,
“Ran from a fight, just like I told.”
And Bangers slipped off, safe but slow,
Texting his mates, “He didn’t show.”