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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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4 f2 _, h9 Q; ?5 ^0 BTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
& D- h' c( S, S' _) ETiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
: C& ~! i- x; g% I1 [She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
2 `% v0 O2 m g+ P# U! VCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.; S5 y' j/ d7 [+ M# I
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.( ~/ c8 \" A1 [" v6 n
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
. v2 y# ~" W% n; X% G; t zHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,1 L1 A, G2 H2 q. }
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
6 I. j# l/ o5 Y1 J5 SFrom the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
3 {3 |; Y: A; }Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.( J# w) H' R' x* \' p# `5 {9 r6 b
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,# I; c( R/ S0 x
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
; ? g2 b. Y& @" ]3 l* r" o+ W8 O, @Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin', M* ^# Z/ S) x) M( f, N) C# N6 n
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
5 i& K' G u! P1 ?. b! O- @And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade," V" r- h0 O% S
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."8 p7 C+ t3 o. X
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
- o2 G5 L6 y5 \, f$ F+ R' xHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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