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"Zachary Taylor" an "Elizabeth Taylor" parody

Because of who I am as a person, I recently thought to challenge myself to write a parody of "Elizabeth Taylor" by Taylor Swift to be about our 12th president, Zachary Taylor. 

Zachary Taylor
Do you think you're a bygone?

The view of your second tomb was on my mind when I heard the this song by Taylor Swift-y
Ooh, oftentimes it doesn't feel so enduring to be thee
All the right ranks
Given they'd sway
Voters sans bloc
They bolstered away
Your campaign
Your second tomb was on my mind yet no one will know why
Cause your presidency weakly passed by

None did notice your term
Zachary Taylor
Tell me for real
Do you think you're a bygone?
You were our twelfth prez, but none could name you
And you died from too many cherries...
Or was it cause you were given poison
You're only as known as your impact, baby
You were our twelfth prez, but none could name you
And you died from too many cherries...ooh

Hey, what could you possibly do with the third shortest duration and no party fealty?
Zach, no one cares you were a Lee born in Kentucky...not kidding
You fought in at least four different wars,
That's just bland news, I agree, yeah
And annals say you were an enslaver
No one gives a shit why
And for that we will leave you high and dry

None did notice your term
Zachary Taylor
Tell me for real
Do you think you're a bygone?
You were our twelfth prez, but none could name you
And you died from too many cherries...
Or was it cause you were given poison
You're only as known as your impact, baby
You were our twelfth prez, but none could name you
And you died from too many cherries...ooh

Zachary Taylor
Do you think you're a bygone?
Died from cherries

They say that all presidents will be remembered
In libraries, on big screens and in our minds
They say that all presidents will be remembered
But you were not admirable nor benign

None did notice your term
Zachary Taylor
Tell me for real
Do you think you're a bygone?
You were our twelfth prez, but none could name you
And you died from too many cherries...
Or was it cause you were given poison
You're only as known as your impact, baby
You were our twelfth prez, but none could name you
And you died from too many cherries...ooh

They say that all presidents will be remembered
In libraries, on big screens and in our minds
They say that all presidents will be remembered
But you were not admirable nor benign

(Prompt by me)

"Half-Plate Daguerreotype of Zachary Taylor, cropped 8x10 to remove framing" between circa 1843 and circa 1845, uploaded to Wikimedia by Emiya1980


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