One day while sitting in a bar I noticed a chaulk board which read, “Poetry Contest at 11pm , if interested sign up”.



A few hours passed and I noticed only 2 names on the board. I decided to wait around and see the outcome of this contest.



The Bartender stood on top of the bar and read off the first name. A well dressed gentleman stepped forward (suit and briefcase).



The Bartender read off the second name. A man not very well dressed and very drunk stepped forward.



The Bartender says, “tonight’s poem must end in the word TIMBUKTU, you each have 2 minutes to come up w/ a poem ending w/ this word. The one with the best poem wins the prize”.



Everyone in the bar began saying amongst themselves, “The smart dressed one will win easy”.

2 minutes passed and the gentleman in the suit is up and ready. The other contestant was taking too long so the bartender rushed and said, TIME”S UP.



The guy in the suit goes first:” Along across the desert sand, there is an Arabe Caravan, as they press on thru and thru their destination, TIMBUKTU!!!!!!”



The crowd erupts w/ applause. Brilliant, he’s the winner no question. But the second contestant said, “Hey let me get my turn”.



The 2nd contestant starts. “On a campin’ trip Tim and I went. We saw three hookers in a tent. ‘Cause they was THREE and we was TWO, I bucked ONE and TIM-BUKT-TU