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Tiger s Holiday Poem' R5 ~5 {8 x2 I+ V
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house. ?. x4 \7 j# s" g+ A& w
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his spouse.: A" x9 \# R' P' |
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
) T$ Y) d6 d; |* L( @Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
" A" G% g1 p: y/ R, m3 c+ wHe’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.; n4 U. j5 K. [. ? X) _
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed., G) z8 M. `8 I
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,4 f! J# K, E4 f% `* L0 q1 u; S
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had the story.' C* k; N. p: \% J. a' H% J
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
7 c' N* |( B; c* t. B% z+ kTiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
) D6 x" r1 X, k) \With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
- q9 G3 J. ]6 LWhen not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.9 o! }6 ]5 b n
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',) v+ M5 P* I* {# g" |- t' b
Tiger’s wife went investin' -- a new home in Sweden .; I7 ?* J6 `' p/ X" r. w
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
6 V& r( n0 j) M9 u5 Z2 U"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."3 W( K* |2 U" p5 P1 Y. G
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
8 n- r2 n( S' U7 xHer prenup made Christmas come early this year. |
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