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Tiger s Holiday Poem" Y' d8 a+ t4 w+ X/ N1 q- R V
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
0 Z/ q6 S# ~* e1 c7 Y' r, PTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.0 F1 G6 R2 G9 M) b! \2 k3 n
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
~$ D0 r6 U$ M! h8 v& i1 f8 u, `& gCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.6 s/ @5 A3 y. @; q# l
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
% @- T* y, _7 L+ \8 B( SWoman after woman stepped up and confessed.+ p i& x8 U, L4 r# |8 e7 V
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,7 n4 r! ?3 y7 h; Z1 _
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
0 J8 p9 h0 _( o# K2 eFrom the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
7 F( ~+ F6 Y0 p' hTiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
; p: u7 J7 w0 F# CWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
" Z2 `6 p2 v a7 y* t3 bWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.% c. t" |9 Z7 l' N
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
" U8 s# E& B: o8 x$ Q" W7 bTiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .( ]9 ]* C! r0 X6 D4 x( u" O+ I/ q
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,$ i: G1 V% F2 C; U) H) j% ]; K
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."
$ Z9 ]* o4 @# Z( U, AShe’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,/ \: e* z7 I7 `* F4 V% ~; m
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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