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The National Poetry Contest Had Come Down To Two:
A Yale Graduate And A Redneck From Southern Maryland
They Were Given A Word, Then Allowed
Two Minutes To Study The Word And Come Up With A Poem.
The Word They Were Given Was 'timbuktu'.
First To Recite His Poem Was The Yale 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 Redneck Top That.
As The Redneck Calmly Made His Way To The
Microphone And Recited:
'me And Tim, A' Huntin' We Went.
Met Three Gals In A Pop-up Tent.
They Was Three, And We Was Two.
So I Bucked One, And Timbuktu.'
The Somd Redneck Won.
A Yale Graduate And A Redneck From Southern Maryland
They Were Given A Word, Then Allowed
Two Minutes To Study The Word And Come Up With A Poem.
The Word They Were Given Was 'timbuktu'.
First To Recite His Poem Was The Yale 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 Redneck Top That.
As The Redneck Calmly Made His Way To The
Microphone And Recited:
'me And Tim, A' Huntin' We Went.
Met Three Gals In A Pop-up Tent.
They Was Three, And We Was Two.
So I Bucked One, And Timbuktu.'
The Somd Redneck Won.
