One of the jokes my Dad kept in his inventory and now my brother has made it one of his standard go-to jokes. The version my Dad told is different than my google search on “timbuktu limerick”. Shown below is the way my Dad told it, I remember the poets names could and did change:
The two great poets, Alfred Lord Tennyson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow have passed away and are at the Golden Gate. St. Peter greets them enthusiastically: how wonderful to meet you two. Unfortunately, we are nearly full of poets at this time. I can only accept one of you at this time. I will give each of you the same word and you must come up with a verse using this word.
“The word is: Timbuktu”, said St. Peter.
Tennyson went first:
” Across the hot Sahara sand,
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two,
St. Peter replied, “that is very good. Henry, it’s your turn.”
Longfellow cleared his throat and began:
” Tim and I, a-hunting went,
We met three girls in a pop-up-tent,
They were three and we were two,
So, I bucked one and Tim Buck Two!