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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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# L- G H% D2 [/ PTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
9 }$ p# R. B& ITiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.% B$ m7 }0 P: s
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,' L* y7 o# e; i& r
Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.+ k3 J. D) u/ w2 o% H5 x1 x
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.+ R& p8 t- L" U7 m6 L* q
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
& k% p8 N5 q% o8 U; v% v5 b. _- uHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
: R4 M* I( H, Y8 k# dWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
9 x! C5 t4 M8 d% G; Q* s, NFrom the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,6 b! Y8 {+ d3 J6 m* n
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
, Q$ }9 T. B; c3 n. lWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
4 d; i4 S# @2 `) j9 a5 S6 YWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
' R4 p- p/ Z1 F5 ^( O% `* ODespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',, Q" w8 j W2 P7 ^
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
( ~4 F9 b7 ?& ], M5 t! ~* ~5 NAnd I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
! F8 Q" V! t4 `* _"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."6 ~( `4 U! @0 n! G# ^7 r
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
' [" P6 ~# U2 r- G. j, KHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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