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 …