Right in the middle of her set She paused to sneeze, and sent a jet A globby, greenish missile flew And landed with a splat of goo On me, The Chosen, in the crowd While everyone around was wowed Now I'm the luckiest one, blessed With Taylor's bogey on my chest I bet I'll make a million quid I'll sell it for the highest bid And scientists will ask to loan it To do research on how to clone it Or I’ll be a celebrity Showing the bogey on TV The whole wide World will stop and gawp At what my lucky jumper caught Oh what a privilege, a gift, Hit with the snot of Taylor Swift! Poem © Laura Louise Stewart 2015 Illustrations © Rikin Parekh 2015 Write a poem for Rikin and add it here |