Poet A and Poet B sat down to a competition They had to improvise lines ending in Timbuctoo
And so Poet A improvised with most elegant and mellifluous voice: O let us go over the vast oceans and seek the exotic, the mysteries O let us trudge through harsh lands till we reach the fair and distant Timbuctoo
And Poet B extemporised: *Tim and I met three fair maidens - we were eager and they were game too so I bucked one and Timbuctoo!
poem based on a joke I found online; this is the last of my 3-part series of fun verse on poets and poetry...(See also "My Stupid Wife" and "Poet Archetypal")