The word they were given was TIMBUKTU.
First to recite his poem was the the university 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 old aboriginal top that they thought.
The old aboriginal calmly made his way to the microphone and recited;
Me and Tim a huntin’ went,
Met three whores in a pop up tent,
They were three and we were two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu.
The aboriginal won!
No comments:
Post a Comment