TIGER His name is Tiger, And he's for real. A new pro golfer, With lot's of zeal. He has this trait, To be a star. He conquered all, At Augusta's Master. He has a smile, So warm and mild. He caught our hearts, From just a child. We followed him, Through his career. His aggresive play, Made us cheer, and cheer. Don't ever change, Your attitude. Don't be mean, And don't be rude. Even though we're old, We are proud to say. We saw the greatest, In our day. We marched with Arnie, With his army. We followed Jack, When he came back. But the best of all, That ever could. Is a super golfer, Named Tiger Woods.
Reason for writing:
I composed this poem Sunday morning April 13, 1997
at 6:37 AM.
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