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He turned out of Pineapple Street,

Followed by a police force – an entire fleet,

He revved up his Renault Clio,

And thought of the love trio.



Stopping not for breakfast,

Or for a traffic light,

He knew he deserved Nicole,

But now it was a fight.



He barged through the church door,

Almost a moment too late,

Running upstairs he banged on the window,

Testing his fate.



“Nicole” he cried out, waiting for a reply…

“Bob” she yelled, running, leaving Vic ready to cry,

Vic chased, hoping to get her back, in vain,

…But all that could be seen, in the rain…



Was Nicole kissing Bob, throwing the flowers at Vic’s feet.

Nicole sped away: with Bob, in his Clio,

Turning back into Pineapple Street.