Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
on the fairways of the night.
Roger the Beekeeper
Say it ain't so, Tiger,
swear it just ain't true,
that it's all a pack of lies
from those paparazzi spies.
You don't even know those ladies,
wouldn't touch them if you did, 'cuz
the only things you care about are
golf, your wife, and the kids.
Or were potent pharmaceuticals
coursing through your brain? Meds
you
of two legs in so much pain?
Perhaps man-drugs sent you off
in search of casual carnal thrills.
I get those emails all the time
touting cheap Canadian pills.
We can't believe it's true, Tiger,
please tell us it's not so.
And when you get a chance, give
our best to Lance and Shoeless Joe.
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