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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house7 g7 W6 k$ _& Z9 z" R! B1 y3 H& K
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.3 O; u6 f8 X5 _
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
6 \/ S+ x: x6 Q8 _' O* UCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
8 T/ f2 u4 o& G) F; z, FHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.1 T! N! a' X. D, x- Y
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.* K7 e2 j4 s( ], V
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
/ p7 C& ]; c* k* Q0 gWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.2 v# F! j( X/ c: o; ]! K# {
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,4 H; o0 N/ j2 L) V1 W3 J- j9 |' W
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
5 ?) ~; S) C. n- O( m! {With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
, J7 d3 A" R; W7 hWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.$ ?9 V/ @4 M8 j5 o; ^
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
4 g' C! }4 @3 P4 CTiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .% t$ y! _9 w! e- U F
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,& N" Z6 ?! G8 k! M0 p6 G
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."
- v% x% x/ C( y! z. oShe’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
% v+ P/ I6 D: T1 M Y( [Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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