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  • 19-07-2000 9:11am
    #1
    Pretence
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    It was the finals in a poetry contest. The two finalists
    were a Yale graduate and a redneck. The final contest was for
    them
    to make a poem in 2 minutes containing a word that would
    be given to them by the judges.
    The word was "TIMBUKTU".

    The Yale graduate was the first to give his poem:

    Slowly across the desert sand,

    Trekked a lonely caravan.

    Men on camels two by two,

    Destination Timbuktu.

    The audience went wild. They thought the redneck would never
    stand a chance against him-a YALE graduate. Nevertheless,
    the redneck stood up and gave his poem:

    Me and Tim a hunting went,

    Met three whores in a pop-up tent.

    They were three and we were two,

    So I bucked one and Timbuktu.


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