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Tiger s Holiday Poem. R# [) s. `" U9 X A3 L& G
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
: y8 |. u$ \ q9 j3 q- p. tTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
! M. {# P b6 wShe wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
! h9 a& E3 b0 [" c+ k! J# P( o/ MCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
3 L% X3 t& D3 S& |' V7 V2 THe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.) M" u, R! U& i/ W- f
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
. Y- L' A1 W4 x' jHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
* G2 L3 q) H T" c3 q4 {! [9 GWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.! B9 h0 T7 A! }2 ]* D# y. D( V
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,7 I) @9 z' Q+ E# C# v
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.! y8 j4 f% O M7 x4 c
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
+ B0 z1 P/ g5 [/ U; V3 pWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
5 P# D5 c8 S5 F$ k; a; ?6 jDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
3 H/ c4 b$ d, v0 s6 mTiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .7 E. [$ X" P7 D; l- R9 w; v+ o
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
+ ?3 R7 z/ a* O; o" L1 D: c3 r"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."7 p# m* \6 s% j. d& |
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
, S+ P3 J/ F. ^6 M% T f$ lHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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