Despite the holidays upon us, we can’t escape the Tiger Woods sex saga. He remains the topic of humor on late-night TV even as he remains reclusive. In the interest of further capitalizing on his misfortune, here is a holiday inspired poem circulating the Internet about the world No. 1 golfer’s season of scandal:
T’was 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 Blackberry.
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.
- Author unknown
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I feel guilty for enjoying this so much. I may have decided to stay out of the Tiger Circus, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy other creative posts. ;o)