Oh, the first babe of Woods’ mess
It’s Rachel . . . watch the tree!
And a texting, now misery.

Oh, the second babe of Woods” mess
From Tool Academy,
Knew L. A. love,
Was a waitress, name of Jaimee.

Oh, the third babe of Woods” mess,
Some Vegas revelry,
Sweet wench bends,
Threw off golf gloves,
For Kalika, The Bank, for spree.

Oh, the fourth babe of Woods” mess,
His breakfast might be free,
Floor calling her,
Church bench friends,
View in the buff,
And a spanking for young Mindy.

Oh, the fifth babe of Woods” mess,
The Vegas drinks are free,
Hair’s golden strings,
Like Elin sure,
She’s blond and
Woos Tiger shoves,
She is Jungers, name of Jaime.

Oh, the sixth babe of Woods” mess,
Club Butter’s where she’ll be,
Sex pleaser playing,
Jive, bold, with thong,
Poor (a)palling spurs,
Wee pinched buns,
Who better does,
Give a Ristproofing than Cori.

Oh, the seventh babe of Woods” mess,
A pornstar, blond hottie,
Having done a-brimming,
Flicks – sleazy swaying,
Live online flings,
Whore balling nerds,
Bondage films,
Whose fertile muff,
Has some mistletoe with Holly.

Oh, the eighth babe of Woods” mess,
It’s Joslyn on the tee,
Bait waits, she’s silky,
Lesson on, she’s simm’ring,
Pics, crease displaying,
Live while she swings,
More sprawling turns,
She’ll quench end,
Woo Woods cream puff,
So bizarre and a bit kinky.

Oh, the ninth babe of Woods” mess,
She is a VIP,
Wine waiting, glancing,
Mate fades, she’s willing,
Serving done she’s shimm’ring,
Chick’s easy, preying,
Strive for golf king,
More crawling, yearns,
She’s unknown,
New girl in rough,
But a waitress at the Roxy.

Oh, the tenth babe of Woods” mess,
He looked to Brit’s TV,
Accords are reaping,
Gyrating, prancing,
Fate, maids a-bilking,
Now the piece is dimming,
Nixed, gone, no straying,
She’s cold, won’t sing,
No telling bird,
She’s unknown,
Knew just enough,
That she was on the BBC.

Oh, the eleventh babe of Woods” mess,
A cougar she might be,
Arriving, wipes his piping,
Bent sword’s a-creeping,
Fine blade’s romancing,
Date laid’s, now wilting,
Sudden yawn, he’s slimming,
Licked piece a-laying,
Strive - gold and bling,
Swore all she earns,
Free lunch then,
Too flirty, rough,
All the young men think she’s sexy.

And the twelfth babe of Woods” mess,
Well, Elin, it should be,
Swell slummers numbing,
Surviving vipers’ sniping,
Bent hordes a-peeping,
Find mate enhancing,
Hate trade’s a-shilling,
Giving fans a skimming,
Sick, cheesy braying,
Find old love strings,
You’re crawling, stir,
Tree bent meant,
New try at love,
And a heart bridge destiny.