There once was a pro golfer named Woods,
Whose winnings would deliver the goods.
With Elin, a wife so sweet,
In a bikini, such a treat.
So when the player got caught
You prayed him it was not.
But she did catch him on her cheating,
So she gave him and the car such a beating
Caught with his pants down,
Made him everybody’s clown.
Playing with some mistresses,
Gave him much distresses.
And maybe some various diseases
From too, too, many bimbo teases.
Now no longer will we call him a type of cat,
But more likely, a sleazy, cheesy, dirty rat.
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