ok, this just has a poem in it. but really i guess its a joke...
Two poets died and went to heaven.
Saint Peter said there is only room for one poet today, so whoever comes up with the best poem using the word "Timbuktu" will get into heaven.
The first poet thought for a minute and then replied,
"As I was walking along the shore,
listening to the breakers roar
I spied a ship coming into view
It's destination Timbuktu."
"Very good" said Saint Peter then turned to the second poet.
"Hmmm let's see" said the poet. "ok, here goes"
"Tim and I a'hiking went
We spied three maidens in a tent
While they were three and we but two
I bucked one and Timbukto"
Two poets died and went to heaven.
Saint Peter said there is only room for one poet today, so whoever comes up with the best poem using the word "Timbuktu" will get into heaven.
The first poet thought for a minute and then replied,
"As I was walking along the shore,
listening to the breakers roar
I spied a ship coming into view
It's destination Timbuktu."
"Very good" said Saint Peter then turned to the second poet.
"Hmmm let's see" said the poet. "ok, here goes"
"Tim and I a'hiking went
We spied three maidens in a tent
While they were three and we but two
I bucked one and Timbukto"