A story I really like;
Story about Timbuktu (Tombouctou, Mali)
There were an Australian and a priest competing against each other.
Their scores were equal, so they had to create a verse about “Timbuktu”.
The priest began:
I was a father, all my life,
had no children, had no wife.
I read the Bible, through and through.
On my way to Timbuktu.
Then the Australian told his version:
When Tim and I to Brisbane went,
we met three ladies cheap to rent.
They were three and we were two,
so I booked one and Tim booked two!
Cheers!!