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, "I'm sorry, but I only have room for one poet. I'll tell you what I'll do. Each of you must make up a poem using the word 'Timbuctoo.' The one who creates the best poem I'll 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 it's destination: Timbuctoo."

"Very good!" says St. Peter, "Keats it's 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."

They're getting worse Chris especially the one about the Aussie.Lol.

They're getting worse Chris especially the one about the Aussie.Lol.

I work on it. Sorry about the Aussie joke, I should have changed it around?

Bloody definitely crikey mate.Heard the one about he two Irish queers? Michael Fitzpatrick and Patrick FitzMichael? Or the Indian Cricket player Punjama Handon Mibum?Hehehe you're always good for a laugh mate.

Bloody definitely crikey mate.Heard the one about he two Irish queers? Michael Fitzpatrick and Patrick FitzMichael? Or the Indian Cricket player Punjama Handon Mibum?Hehehe you're always good for a laugh mate.

I had to read the indian one twice.