It seems that two of the great Romantic British Poets, Shelly and Keats died on the same day.

When they got to heaven St. Peter said, Im sorry, but I only have room for one poet. Ill tell you what Ill do. Each of you must make up a poem using the word Timbuctoo. The one who creates the best poem Ill let into heaven.

So Shelly goes first. He thinks a bit and after a few moments, he starts, I stood upon the burning sand gazing at a far off land. A caravan came into view its destination: Timbuctoo.

Very good! says St. Peter, Keats its your turn. Do you think you can top that one?

Keats just smiled and started his poem: Tim and I a hunting went, and found three maidens in a tent. Since they were three and we were two, I bucked one and Timbuctoo.

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