|The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a Duke University Law School graduate from an upper crust family; well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a red-neck from Southeast Tennessee 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 „Timbuktu”. 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
The audience went wild!! How, they wondered could the red neck top that?! The clock started again and the red neck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited:
Tim and me, a-huntin’ went.
„Mike, you’re the proud father of a fine strapping boy.” „Saints be praised, I…” Before Mike can finish the Doctor interrupts, „Wait a minute. Hold the lantern, Mike.” Soon the doctor delivers the next child. „You’ve a full set now, Mike. A beautiful baby daughter.”
„Thanks be to…”
Again the Doctor cuts in, „Hold the lantern, Mike, Hold the lantern!” Soon the Doctor delivers a third child. The doctor
holds up the baby for Mike’s inspection.
„Doctor,” asks Mike, „Do you think it’s the light that’s attracting them?”
From the back of the hall a Scottish voice shouted, „I’ll give £150!”
„That’s easy” says the other one. „In capitalism man exploits man! In communism it is the other way around!”
The English says „WOW! Did that happen to you?” and the Irishman replies „No, but it happened to my sister.”