Shagging By Woods

Shagging By Woods On a Snowy (or Rainy, or Cloudy, or Clear) Evening

by Robert Frost (and EK)

The Woods we saw we did not know.
It seems he's one horny mofo;
He did not let the public near
To watch him fill up all his hoes.

His caddie must have thought it queer
Each night when Woods would disappear
Behavior that one day would make
The darkest evening of his year.

He gave each gal he met a shake
Which really was a big mistake.
It's not so much a majors' sweep
But sponsors' money that's at stake.

His wife is lovely, blonde and sweet.
And he had promises to keep,
But scores of girls with whom to sleep,
But scores of girls with whom to sleep.

I'm curious to hear his statement tomorrow.