The National Poetry Contest came down to two semifinalists: a Yale graduate and a redneck from Wyoming.

They were given a single word and two minutes to study it and write a poem. The word was Timbuktu.

First to recite his poem was the Yale graduate. He stepped up 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 wild. Surely, there was no way the redneck could top that.

Calmly, the redneck walked 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 bucked one, and Timbuktu.”

The redneck won hands down.