It was a bright summer’s day, so you went to the park in search of Taylor Swift, your idol. Yet Taylor Swift peeped but briefly from behind this tree.
The beach will be better, you thought, all out in the open, only to find Taylor Swift all crouched over, precariously balancing this paddle board and hiding the better part of her face.
Cocktails for two, but you’re not invited.
And under the cherry blossoms Taylor Swift wafted this traditional fan.
Shopping usually provides some solace, but not when the musician you love most is ascending backwards up this Asian arcade escalator and all you can see are her legs.
As evening descended, now the paparazzi hid your dear Tay Tay from view.
Having followed her career through five albums, through so many breakups, style shifts, and chart-topping songs, now you followed Taylor Swift through the streets until she reached this nightclub, and with scarcely a glance rearward disappeared down the stairs.
You peered down from the balcony but she was swallowed up by the crowd.
Then she went to the restroom, but you have male privates and you’re unsure of the rules.
You waited all night for Taylor Swift to emerge from the club, but as soon as she did she was whisked away by this limousine.
