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Tiger s Holiday Poem0 A" @9 g& a0 c# l7 {. j
8 i { h: f$ t: y" | @0 mTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house9 j" g% |) d* |: r
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
, I' N' w S8 z% M0 X$ x6 x& g3 yShe wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
1 [* p5 p- v n9 t/ y8 n9 x5 TCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.2 t+ S* l# M7 N3 t" t" h( K
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
" s* p5 x/ m5 `$ R1 @8 x; NWoman after woman stepped up and confessed.
2 ~) |$ @; p6 a7 `2 \, fHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
4 j0 b# c. T- G5 B( n; G+ I( X; ~With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
; C! ?8 p: c0 O; g% j2 e& R7 nFrom the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,- s5 L; t1 F& o' W9 L" y6 \
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
& L* {) i& t; n( u s' `. vWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,- d: B |" S% I# O+ r: S
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
8 |6 Z7 J3 Q" BDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',( U: N( }/ h1 k3 L- X
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
4 l2 ` f* E- O- s' `And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,6 e& Z' X1 Y7 m. ]/ c) H/ [
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."5 {3 ^; r+ M l( Y. w+ l' x
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
( k0 o" r6 I4 j8 T5 q3 LHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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