There was once a poetry competition... and it was down to the final two contestants. The first was an English Lit professor from Harvard while the second was a country boy from the back woods of Alabama who had somehow made it that far. For the finals the moderator says ""Gentleman, I will now ask each of you to create a poem using the word 'Timbuctu.' Good luck and may the best man win. Harvard, you may go first."" The professor takes the stage, stands there for a second, clears his throat and says - ""Across the burning desert sands, winds a lonely caravan. Camels traveling two by two, destination Timbuctu"" The audience is thoroughly impressed and considers the competition practically over, but Alabama still gets his shot. He slowly takes the stage and scratches his head for a minute before beginning- ""A camping me and Tim we went, Met three girls in a pop-up tent, They were three and we were two, So I bucked one and Tim bucked two""