Taylor Alison Swift
A nifty story.
A fairy flits softly, an artist - ‘oft flat - trains to wail.
First or last, slow or fast, lost or won.
A fairy softly sways, flits and floats to stars far away.
As a tiny tot, Taylor was a fair, faint star.
Taylor was swift - a fast start - not a fool.
As a lass, Taylor was first to solo - in a way.
Fat or Fit?
Tiny tasty soft raisins on toast.
Flaw? Sin? Stain?
Snotty, snooty, soon nasty Taylor ALWAYS wants to win in worst way.
I WANT TO WIN! I WANT TO WIN NOW!!
WAIT? STALL? SLOWLY? NO!!
SOON, SWIFTLY, FAST, FIRST, NOW!!
Will Taylor fall flat, fail or win?
Taylor lost or won?
For now or always.
Taylor is, will ALWAYS win, stay FIRST on any list, as Taylor is a star.
Still, Taylor is saintly - not a saint.
Wait for a star’s fatality now, as Taylor swallows a lil’ fast foot.
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