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Tiger s Holiday Poem+ O% \# F5 P7 @! J8 G# r8 a
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house4 _1 D# z2 \* T" s" H6 x" R5 {9 V
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.% o5 t; L$ U- d/ z! V8 h2 n6 l4 J- u
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
2 E7 i. q: { M/ ]6 bCause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
( B3 X8 e. e' D Y: o+ fHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
9 J) }/ S5 b, W0 x& HWoman after woman stepped up and confessed.
- Q ~) [+ Y( }; |; zHe’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,# d1 {3 O3 J5 u' I7 x
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.. q' [' j. i; T) e9 K* v% s+ r
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,! I2 s& J; y# h+ M. B- K
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.1 W) I3 R. u2 Y7 R: J9 }8 U/ l
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
9 q" _6 s0 S- A/ j# Y6 sWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.! _! Z: H" h' {( w. y% M
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',& |) }4 T: k& U+ {! f( u8 i1 E
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .
- g# V, B2 @! P7 l7 e5 M" ^And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,6 d( }- O2 J6 x7 i3 Y
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."( d0 r( T! b+ i/ H& s
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,4 t5 `7 f) w+ ]3 I9 H: z8 ^
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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