There was a poetry contest at the local college. The finals pitted a poet-laureate from an Ivy League University against a good ole boy, well known as a local wood scrounger. The topic of the final poem was "Timbuktu." The Ivy leaguer goes first: "Across the sands of golden hue Beneath the sky of azure blue A caravan numbering one hundred and two Crossed the desert to Timbuktu." Well, the judges panel was quite impressed and were sure that they had found a winner but they still had to hear the other contestant. Bubba steps up and recites: "Into the woods Me and Tim went. We found seven blow downs right by our tent. The trees being many and we being few.... I bucked five of 'em and Timbuktu."