Thread: Tiger's Christmas Poem

> > Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
> > Tiger Woods came a flyin' . . . chased by his spouse.
> > She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
> > Cause a bimbo's phone number was in his b-l-a-ck-b-e-rr-y
> > He'd been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
> > Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
> > He'd been cheatin' with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
> > With Joselyn, and Kalika . . . the world had the story.
> > From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
> > Tiger's sad sordid tale was all over the news.
> > With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
> > When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
> > Despite all his cryin' and beggin' and pleadin',
> > Tiger's wife went investin' . . . a new home in Sweden.
> > And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
> > "If you're gettin' laid then I'm gettin' paid."
> > She's not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
> > Her prenup made Christmas come early this year

Ho...ho...ho
nice one Joe!

(it sure is tough bein' rich & famous, eh?)

Good One...haha