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Tiger s Holiday Poem( K' Y, t; W( j* M% ]$ o3 J+ o7 v
& l o; ~1 s2 T% K, K% pTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
. Y2 |- X% ?3 S2 L0 I# g1 WTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
" N" P& H" Y3 Z% I' o1 uShe wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,7 a9 H7 E3 {6 d
Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
% t5 Z9 n6 P1 AHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed., y( Y; l3 z; D; r" [1 U3 Q
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.7 Q1 _5 L7 O$ l+ Q3 |# G" i6 ?
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
4 Q0 F. c- N3 J3 i9 |0 J4 b; s! qWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.1 O& N) O# @2 Y% k0 H( l! ~; O Z0 i
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
# ~0 |1 b3 G7 {- Q ^7 vTiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
3 O6 l6 Y. a# `: EWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
6 W! {/ h/ }6 e4 u5 u) @6 jWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
+ x) d% j( ]5 V5 I5 R: TDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',5 k7 J! O7 r( \3 N' M i
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
# j" |* d4 L4 U6 @$ n( L( ]) q- e( WAnd I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
# W) @. k- T# d8 |' {! {" I"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."
! s, ]0 T' |: Z% n+ GShe’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
6 b# U; y8 } }Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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