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 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 chee
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year.
8 comments:
OMG, this is hilarious!!!
Oh the Magic of Christmas!
That was the best one yet!!!
LOL Flippin funny!
hah! If your getting laid then I'm getting paid!
You are going to be my next spotlight blog when I get around to it!
Otin, You are so freakin awesome.
Apparently when Daddy was teaching him how to golf he should've been teaching him how to be a responsible adult instead....
THIS was freakin' HI-larious!
Wow. Someone's been busy - and it wasn't just the Tiger!
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