Not the sort of poetry that I normally go gaga over, but…


The Australian Poetry Competition had come down to two finalists – a University Graduate and an old Aboriginal.
They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word – ‘ TIMBUKTU ‘

First to read his poem was the University Graduate.

He stepped to the microphone and said:

Slowly across the desert sand,
Trekked a lonely caravan;
Men on camels two by two,
Destination Timbuktu .

The crowd went crazy! No way could the old man top that, they thought.

The Aboriginal calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:

Me and Tim a huntin’ went,
Met three whores in a pop up tent;
They were three, and we were two,
So I bucked one, and tim buktu.

The Aboriginal won hands down!

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