This was in my Email today.
Tiger Woods Holliday Poem
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, and out of the house,
Tiger came flyin', chased by his spouse.
She wielded a nine iron, and wasn't too merry,
'Cause a Bimbo's phone number, was in his Blackberry.
He'd been a cheatin', and as the story progressed,
Woman after woman, stepped up and confessed.
He'd been messin' with Holly, Jaimee, and Cori,
With Joselyn and Kalika, now the world knew the story.
From the top of the Tour, to the basement of blues,
The sad, sordid tale was all over the news.
With Hostesses and Waitresses, He had lots of sex,
When not in their beds, he was sending them texts.
Dispite all his cryin', and beggin', and pleadin',
Elin went investin', - - a new home in Sweden.
I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
You've been out cheatin', so I'm gettin' paid.
She's not a poutin', - - she's of jolly good cheer,
her pre-nup made Christmas come early this year.
