That reminds me of a poem with the word Timbuktu in it.

You mean a limmerick, of course, right?

What's the difference?

Let's see. Poems can take any form. The form for a limmerick (still, a type of poem) is etched in stone.

It is always as follows:

There once was a man from_______ (Rhyme A)
Who used to go dancing in________ (Rhyme A)
When he got up to_______ (Rhyme B)
His his legs went_______ (Rhyme B)
And everyone pissed in their______ (Rhyme A)

5 lines, rhyme scheme A/A/B/B/A

EDIT: There really oughtta be a limmerick thread.
And in contemporay times, they're usually schmutzig.

Here you go, Bob!

I didn't find it, but I recreated it in Photoshop.

Yes.

I'm THAT good!

Great. Now I'll have to try and work while playing out all those scenarios in my head all day. Thanks Bob! GRRRR.

It's ALWAYS Hawaiian shirt day!

Maybe in Oakland, but not in Virginie. Do it anyway, just because.

Damn right. It gives people here hives. It's awesome.

Gee, Ken, that kind of behavior for that kind of "reward" makes you a lot more like me than you'd like to admit.

I often wore clothing that irked others. Some advice: if you choose the day carefully in advance, you can get a lot more mileage outta your rayon shirt (or paisley chaps). Why are Hawaiian shirts always something other than cotton anyway?