An oldie:
At the finals of the National Poetry Competition the two finalist were an
unlikely pair. Finalist number one was a Harvard educated professor of
literature and the winner of several previous competitions. Finalist number two was a young Pennsylvania Dutchman who needed help filling
out the entry form.
The final round consisted of each competitor being given the same word and having thirty seconds to complete a verse, using the word.
The Professor went first. The Judge said, " The final word this year is
' Timbuktu' " The Prof. started thinking. Ten seconds went by. Twenty seconds.
The crowd became nervous. After twenty eight seconds the Prof. began,
" Across the hot Sahara sand,
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two,
Destination- Timbuktu.
The crowd went wild, there was no way that the Hillbilly Marine would ever top that.
The PA Dutchman was brought on stage. The judge gave the word, " Timbuktu.
The young Dutchman looked to the sky, he thought for 10 - 15 seconds, stepped up to
the microphone, cleared his throat, and began,
" Tim ' en me, a-hunting vent,
Ve met tree girls in a tent,
Now they vas tree and we vas two,
So, I bucked one and Tim Buck Two!