Were you as good as Jordan Speith?
Tiger, Tiger, speak the trayth:
Should you have hewed more to your faith?
Tiger, Tiger, say the tryth:
You lost it all when you lost your wife.
Tiger, Tiger, admit the troth:
You can’t have either when you scheme for both.
Tiger, Tiger, share the truth:
Would you be wiser with a second youth?
Yes, that would be poetry about golf, marriage and boundless regret. Where else can you go for stuff like this?