William Wordsworth and Robert Frost had an argument in Heaven over who was a better poet. It got very loud so Saint Peter told them they could settle it by having a poetry contest with the condition that the poem had to end with āTimbuktuā.
Wordsworth presented his poem.
It would be lovely for me and you
to fall in love out of the blue
then journey off to Timbuktu
Frost realized it would a challenge and then decided to be clever.
Into the woods, Tim and I went
We met three maidens in a tent
Since they were three and we were two
I buck one and Timbuktu