Stopping Tiger Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping Tiger Woods on a Snowy Evening (a poem by Elin Nordgren Woods and Robert Frost)

Tiger Woods, I’m sure I know.
Her house is in the village though;
He will not see me standing here
To watch his phone fill up with — Whoa!

My little kids must think it queer
That he smashed a hydrant here
Then, hit a tree, that oily snake
On the darkest evening of the year.

I break a window, give him a shake
He says there must be some mistake.
The only other sound’s the creep
Blaming Ambien — he’s a flake.

Tiger Woods was lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Posted on December 6, 2009
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  • Strahan
    And I thought you were only a Benefits Poet. This was great. Thanks
  • LOL...I think I do better with the Benefits, but I was inspired.
  • Yeah, it is a funny thing how they have to hush people. I mean, seriously, is concentration so hard.

    I am enjoying this Tiger story a little too much...Maureen Dowd wrote this morning on advice to Tiger: Don't date women who have 8x10 glossies of themselves.
  • Disclosure...I'm a golf hater!
    When Tiger Woods can putt with a roaring screaming crowd at him, much like a kicker in football or basketball player at the free throw line then I'll be impressed.
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