Posted By: JiMo (I'm flyiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!) on 'Humor'
Title:     Timbooktoo
Date:      Fri May  4 12:02:30 2007

It's the "All Australian Amateurs Poets Contest" in Brisbane and the final two 
candidates for the great title are a priest and a sheep shearer. The show 
master of the great final gets handed a golden envelope, opens it with much 
pathos, and announces: 

"Your remit, dear competitors, will be to produce a poem with four lines of 
iambic tetrameter containing the word 'Timbooktoo'!"

Each finalist is allotted a little cabin in which to be creative.
After a while the rabbi reappears on stage an declares ready to declaim.

Here's the priest's poem:

"I've been a chaplain all my life,
I had no children, had no wife.
I prayed the Bible through and through
on my way to Timbooktoo."

The crowd is boiling with ecstasy. And the priest is already hailed as if his 
triumph was out of the question, when the almost forgotten sheep shearer 
suddenly turns up fully intent to declaim his poem. The show master tries to 
restrain him, telling him:
"Look, good lad, the priest's poem was so good. You'll only disgrace yourself."
But the sheep shearer insists that he's come all the way from the outback and 
wants his go now.
So he's finally allowed.

This is the sheep shearer's poem:

"When Tim and I to Brisbane went,
we met three girls cheap to rent.
Since they were three and we were two,
I booked one and Tim booked two." 


                        JiMo:)

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