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"TIMBUKTU"
Here is one I thought y'all might enjoy,
The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to 2
finalists. One was a Duke university Law School graduate from an
upper crust family, well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it.
The other finalist was a redneck from East Texas A & M.
The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four line
Poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word
"TIMBUKTU"
The Duke graduate went first. About thirty-seconds after the clock
started he jumped up and recited the following poem:
Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two,
Destination: TIMBUKTO.
The audience went wild!!!! How they wondered, could the redneck
top that.....
The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought.
Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped up and recited:
Tim and me, a-huntin went.
Met three whores in a pop-up tent,
They was three, we was two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu.
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Life's Journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body,
But rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting..Holy Shit! What a Ride!
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