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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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. ]" d; Z8 J: m! R1 d* u/ [Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house9 F: b- {3 X7 A( Y0 |' ^: I7 A
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.& k% C2 p4 O. H- Y
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,! J& I$ P; o7 d o
Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
' u& Q& J1 b% E& N: z. V4 Y7 d; |He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
& w4 U/ a3 V/ Z: b. kWoman after woman stepped up and confessed.: q& w( ^' }2 @' u! d
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
/ R) Q' f$ i7 qWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.6 ~( y" E" V9 j) Y
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,% v7 n) ]+ D: h; @+ n8 ]
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
; J E5 }$ }+ ~5 Z; _4 o* oWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,+ p6 }) ^1 k. K9 Y* H
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
$ z; `. A' @! v, EDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',0 C8 w! h8 c& d$ V
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .& ]/ c2 n+ @" l- X8 r `7 A3 x' N
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,4 s: h8 w7 n* Y; K
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid." W( V$ W. V9 i; s. r C
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,) `- n( O' k% L5 u2 p
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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