I got this from one of those chain emails that get forwarded, and forwarded and forwarded. There probably were a hundred people in the “CC” list. Apologies in advance to whoever wrote this.
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 cheer,
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year.
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I think its more in the category of “wry smile.”
I got a chuckle from the texts line. The rest of it was cute, but not haha funny to me.
In the future, will a wife look upon a husband’s “Buddy Road Trip” the same way ever again?