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Tiger s Holiday Poem2 O" S4 I ^, \% e
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
* r1 F! F/ F; yTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.7 U [5 C" @# f u' Z
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
% v( W1 Z# x, E( BCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.5 h3 ^ ^, \" o6 h8 h# y: X
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.8 T" l1 _% O( e
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.& K3 g. ?8 I; z# ?. U/ r
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
/ Q7 _9 ]8 p. C* a0 W+ J# MWith Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
6 U. r9 q D0 b- S/ E0 ~From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,) ?5 }, J# k. L1 A1 l
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
# H& R+ \2 g w0 O _2 T% zWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
2 B O0 T& v! bWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
* a: B: V e# G! Q- B* T" l! ZDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
+ J" Q: z. E/ u/ j ~% q# lTiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
3 r% \' v$ c0 g Y6 M- f# ?/ |And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
9 M6 _/ v8 }2 u0 K"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."8 r& N L/ E' ^, _& V9 f
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
$ S0 d% |3 T$ d* s6 ?" r, Y1 g0 wHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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