The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two
finalists. One was a Harvard University Law School graduate from an upper
crust family: well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it.
The other finalist was a redneck from Southeast Alabama A&M.
The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line
poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word
The Duke graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock
started he jumped up and recited the following poem:
Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two
The audience went wild! How, they wondered, could the redneck top
that? The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought.
Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited:
Tim and me, a-huntin went.
Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
They was three, we was two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu.