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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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) ^2 v- H5 G& N* d' J( HTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
$ G" E! @6 @4 j* w; W/ w* V) E8 H4 yTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
2 Y/ F! J" U! B3 [3 n: l4 O6 DShe wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
' i" r- z& V, sCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry./ Y0 @% z* Z# i5 V- }7 x
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
8 h7 ~ E. O2 L1 l! J- ~Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.% t a% B* v6 j' k$ S8 C- Z
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
' m6 r" `6 m* E4 B$ hWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
1 M' o7 T* k! ^0 u+ N/ D+ B( f* }# O2 |0 sFrom the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
, ~ z9 [8 l) [6 d- g9 DTiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
9 L6 ]$ ^/ s/ `% q p% t9 GWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
/ _- C% u- b: W m3 D& i4 ]5 CWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.& K- o, z; s8 s" ]0 B' K4 a/ |9 b
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',: K" d: ~! b3 ~7 n' ^& s
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
) u9 I* n& @4 |6 F- ^And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
6 p. {/ U8 ~; f+ Z# ^; e* R# p"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."
& z: n/ H3 e U: B1 C3 qShe’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,. n8 L* J, q) a; q& B' g
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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