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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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. H+ K9 _8 V+ u1 S7 U/ A+ ?% zTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
' m) W+ t* f' ^& x! H( ?! N7 {) pTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
+ w. v7 o& j" }, Y0 RShe wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry, S- x* z4 e' A2 p j! I9 \
Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
8 X% z/ k3 [8 j& V* N$ mHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
/ @+ L# d( v7 Y2 m, CWoman after woman stepped up and confessed.
+ I. a u! J/ H1 Q6 AHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
3 F) J* W c: e# T& B0 uWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.$ O6 i$ U" x7 p% G/ t( @2 l* I
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
1 \ K; a) i* T3 lTiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
! M7 t8 l @+ e8 gWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
6 F8 z! c9 p, f% q# IWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
7 q e5 ?% W! e9 JDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',/ D: L% P: O' ]8 o
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .1 k5 R$ s& g, N0 k7 h
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
# C' W: |! F4 x# @"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."8 A0 {5 S: ] U1 j
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
2 @: O6 S$ t* H& b: P' {/ ?* gHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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