From the Laughter Club:
The Australian Poetry Competition had come down to two finalists; a university graduate and an old aboriginal.
They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and
come up with a poem that contained the word. The word they were given
was ‘TIMBUKTU’
First to read his poem was the university graduate. He stepped to the microphone and said:
Slowly across the desert sand,
Trekked a lonely caravan;
Men on camels two by two,
Destination Timbuktu.
The crowd went crazy! No way could the old aboriginal top that, they
thought. The old aboriginal calmly made his way to the microphone and
recited:
Me and Tim a huntin' went,
Met three whores in a pop up tent;
They were three, and we were two,
So I bucked one, and Tim buktu.
The aboriginal won.
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