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Tiger s Holiday Poem* q! _# z! P8 Y8 P" m5 i m
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house& y! P8 d) Q- h
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.! _0 A+ j" M1 i! _& f. W6 w
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
8 U. {8 n- _; v3 HCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.2 r; H3 y7 U, b6 M! F& ]
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.9 F, y4 N& M; U f
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
) @: X2 D" r9 `3 rHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
7 ?8 E" G [2 P4 F5 L7 E" X! tWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.0 H4 b4 ^: d0 Y) }- V g8 ~9 Y
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,8 ? W& A. h1 E. L0 F) X
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.7 e/ C+ T2 I, f
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,/ c2 [& m- a k; V
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts., B- f6 c4 H5 @5 M: z& ^
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',2 M; t2 N: G' R0 |9 d0 L h1 o
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
3 l, l; f/ f, x9 jAnd I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,, F2 v; }" w* h6 ]; n- ~
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."& S# F- g3 p0 l/ _: f* y% z
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
5 K2 j. d5 }* c JHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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