Miss Crabtree was killing two birds with one stone. She had a combined geography and language class when she assigned them a project of composing and reciting a poem which was to include the word Timbuktu. The day of reckoning was here.
Percy, that little class creep, volunteered to go first. He always did stuff like that.
"Across the burning desert sand, winds the mighty caravan.
Man and camel, two by two. Destination Timbuktu.
Miss Crabtree was elated.
When Johnny's turn came, he confidently took his place at the front of the room, and fairly yelled his composition.
"Me and Tim ahuntin' went
Came across three whores in a tent.
They were three, and we but two,
I bucked one, and Timbuktu."