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Tiger s Holiday Poem
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house' p8 D' L, x( u1 J
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.
! ~* i& _! {* K+ {. TShe wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
6 s% N0 G3 p/ `6 f% ^Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
j, v1 r8 B3 n; zHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.7 b" K( V6 i" V
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
G0 U m& T5 {! ]6 W/ CHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,8 a, y' F; Y5 Y/ p
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.
: D4 g( H- m1 f0 M& F8 N; IFrom the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
. v. n) ^( x' Z8 ?& B) q7 ETiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
+ c. Q3 Z* B* ?0 n1 nWith hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,4 ]! @' p7 M* i
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.8 E$ e$ ~' k# w& h/ R6 \# H
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',' K- V, l5 a* U1 |+ D+ u
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .& b0 v* J8 Y7 q$ U1 C
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade, X5 M! {4 E' ~. W% i
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."
& F) h: w: n9 Y8 a( EShe’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,( @% d l! H7 f7 j' z) {0 t9 X
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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