Tiger Woods Apology and Poem

It was the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
Tiger Woods came a flying', 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 cheating' on Elin, and the story progressed.
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.

He’d been cheating’ 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 Woods sad sordid tale was all over the news.
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,

When not in their pants, he was sending' them text messages.
Despite all his crying’ and begging' and pleading',
Tiger Woods wife went investing' -- a new home in Sweden.

And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
"If you’re getting laid then I’m getting paid."

She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year.