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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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6 I" i+ }' c2 hTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house# z. ~3 C# s: f* _5 g7 J4 p4 n
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.* a+ q, _; P( @3 g9 b0 X9 {
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,& u- W7 t& G$ F/ D+ A3 j% j8 {9 V
Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.( t" |4 S8 ~% F3 R( ~
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.& I/ W" T! n- J* {; r
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
+ m5 t, x3 F& S' i2 ?. X! S5 ]) Y6 {0 THe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
. o+ h2 |+ r1 i r; HWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.0 o0 d$ f" A3 `6 i& f; y6 [
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,+ E- B. p7 ~, h1 N) C
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
; n1 U5 D9 ]+ E' `5 z- a0 r% WWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
# j3 }5 r$ [% z3 z+ n6 pWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.# H5 L% W) C" b
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
7 i- n+ W; T; m9 N) q% r* C4 FTiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .; n/ C( b1 p g& n0 A; t6 a
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
* F/ W! `/ y7 G6 Z6 _"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."# J; O" Q) b9 H- u( e
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,: \% I+ z' \4 b! f9 c
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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