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The finals of the National Youth Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a student going to one of the finest private schools in the nation. From an upper-crust family, he was well-bred, well-connected and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck who was going into the 5th grade for the 8th time. Go figure.

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 private school student 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 -- Timbuktu.

The audience went wild! How, they wondered, could the redneck could top that?! The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped 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

Only a redneck would buck one to timbutu

I heard it differently

2 guys go to st peter at the same time but there is only room for one in heaven. both are equally qualified. One man was mozart and st peter wanted to see him in. so he said "whoever has the best poem with timbuktu in it goes to heaven.

mozart: two strangers standing in the sand, gazing at a far off land, a caravan comes into view, destination timbuktu.

joe: Tim and I a fishin we went, we saw three women in the tent. since they were three and we were few I bucked one and timbuktu.


I think I like yours better..but i've been tellin mine for years.