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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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, a; N* C; e- N$ `& M% BTwas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
% q" V" W9 e' aTiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.1 C3 V# j+ `% D
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
, w! v5 `! ?6 Q! gCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
5 a `/ ~# A! hHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
2 c& g4 R- G) C2 a! hWoman after woman stepped up and confessed.
/ N" S; p0 f: L( dHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,1 }0 V1 i1 a! ~
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.4 J0 {* ?/ B0 U
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
% I0 f. j3 m- W) c1 y; W1 r' P; NTiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.1 t+ s8 s5 k# s- j: a
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,4 K% t( V1 R$ h: g7 j8 H' @
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
$ C' F+ N$ z4 K+ DDespite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
# [ H5 v! ?! r% T& ^; BTiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
5 H6 O$ w& B5 ]* @5 c: H$ VAnd I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,/ v6 |- a/ b3 `5 |) e; D/ j
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."( `6 r0 B. i7 i; W9 O/ @( S
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
) o. T C4 d" W, E% ?Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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