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ходила по нету ещё одна "англоязычная" шутка, так же, судя по всему, придуманная у нас.
"In the USA there is a gameshow where you have to make up short poems containing a special word within one minute. In the final show there are only two people left: A priest from New York and a farmer from NZ. They get the word "Timbouktou". The priest is first. He starts:
I was a farther all my life,
I have no children, no wife,
I read the bible through and through
on my way to Timbouktou.
The audiance is fascinated. Nobody belives that the farmer could top this. Now he starts:
When Tim and I to Melbourne went,
we met three ladies cheap to rent.
they were three and we were two,
So I booked one and Tim booked two."
P.S.
Timbuktu [timb/\k'tu:] - так что не получается как во втором стишке
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