Song, made in August 2017 by Simon Oak, based on an existing joke found on the internet. Thanks to Martin Donohoe for posting the joke. Source unknown. Melody and verses 1, 2, 3 and 5 by Simon Oak.

Photo: Holger Reineccius


At the finals of the Poetry Fair
The two finalists were an unlikely pair
One a Professor of high renown
The other a street sweeper from Dublin Town

In the final round they had to rhyme
A four line verse in a limited time
Thirty seconds was all they had
“The final word is Timbuktu” the master said

The Professor was the first to have a go
You could hear a pin drop at the show
Twenty eight seconds had gone by
Then he started his recitation with a sigh

“Across the hot Sahara sand
Trekked the dusty caravan
Men on camels, two by two
Destination … Timbuktu”

The crowd went wild, there was no way
A working man from the Liffey Quay
Could beat that literary man
But after 15 seconds he began

“Tim ‘n me a-hunting went
We met three girls in a pop-up tent
They was three and we was two
So, I bucked one … and Tim buck two”


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