The National Poetry Contest had come down to two, a Yale graduate and a Jamaican Rastaman.
They were given a word, and then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word.
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 Rastaman top that, they thought.
The Rastaman calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:
Me and Tim a huntin' went.
Met three whores in a pop up tent.
They was three, and we was two,
so I buck one, and Timbuktu.
The Rastaman win!!
