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."
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."
