The poet Robert Frost and a hillbilly die and go to heaven. While at the Pearly Gates St Peter meets them and says "ok boys, if you want to get in you have to come up with a poem that end is Timbuktu in the next 30 days."
Robert Frost, being a poet, says "We traveled across the blazing sands in search of the promised land, a caravan came into view...destination Timbuktu."
St Peter is in tears with joy and says "go on in." He turns to the hillybilly and says "well...do you have anything" to which the hillybilly replys "naw."
St Peter says "meet me back here in 30 days with a poem or you're going to Hell."
Thirty days elapse and the hillbilly is back at the Gates. St Peter meets him and says "do you have a poem that ends in Timbuktu?" to which the hillbilly replies "I reckon." St Peter says "well hit me with it."
The hillbilly says "Tim and I a fishin went, we came upon three hoes in a tent, they was three and we was two, I bucked one and Tim bucked two."