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Tiger s Holiday Poem) F" ^7 w% N3 z" k
3 ]% I1 O- v- y. QTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
; ?& n3 ^; f& V- | i; v: lTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.0 ?2 y L) U0 B" p! B# l4 w
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
' u# X6 U& n5 O& u4 JCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.7 q& I3 a' S; \4 C; i
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.- l" ^% r, H$ g+ E" R$ F, ?
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
* c4 T0 ~2 V: E! gHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori," w/ v. ?8 Q: h! q! u
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.0 O0 C7 o' A* z2 R: T1 `) [
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
/ D3 X4 B9 u4 M8 W* Z. ITiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.5 n M6 k h% X4 p# d) a6 Q
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
( M* H9 z2 q2 a. R6 n8 U, RWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.+ B Y! \& d D6 G# f( f
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',8 _% ~" a' K9 ^
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
9 ]& K( E6 I/ ZAnd I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade," L8 a: w- C/ G5 @ x
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."1 }6 H8 e0 m C' H; ]
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
7 \; O, m5 F- |4 bHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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