John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

tiger, the final chapter


It's official, the divorce is now final.
Tiger and Elin are through.
He gets the payments, she gets the house.
Same deal for the Mercedes too.

She will care take their two children
for a monthly exorbitant fee.
It sure beats her pay as a nanny,
which was her job status quo ante.

Tiger retains his equipment:
By that I mean both bag and balls,
and such clubs as survived Last Thanksgiving
when Elin 'played thru' on the lawn.

He has custody of his faithful caddy,
and visits the kids when in town-
back in the mansion he once could call home
ere he got caught 'catting around'.

Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010
Edited: Saturday, September 25, 2010

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