'You watch out fer dem, mon,         dey...is killers,' he warned.

                             Eyes set 
                       to flash *!X!*
                camera
        of his mind
                          g-n-i-d-n-i-w---e-r 

shots 

of the         near miss.

Clutched by your caramel cords,
utterly bamboozly-bemused
you frowned d--

--own
at the pedestrian's frantic grip-tion.

'Whoa,' Dreadlocks continued
                (waving an elegantly speechless hand)
'dem taxis... dey is... murderers.
                        You!         (Accompanying illustratory jab)
                                                You ...watch out!'         (poke, prod).

Then he straightened his wind-cheater
rolled shoulders experimentally
smoothed uncooperative springs
and exited
left.

'You watch out fer dem killers,'
I cautioned with a smirk,
imitating him perfectly
as we squirmed through the crowd.

'Yeah. Right,' my companion growled,
'you... you just watch out for your... your purse.'

'Keeeellerrrrs'
(I growl experimentally beneath my breath)     'You watch out fer dem

--- mon,'

and then I slow wink
and giggle.

'Yeah. Right,' Grumble-Bum responds, 'Good one, Joy.'