Two guys, one a cowboy and the other a poet end up at the Pearly gates and are greeted by Saint Peter. "I'm sorry to inform you that heaven is so full that God has said we can only admit one out of every two who turn up".

"How are you going to decide which one of us gets in?" asked the poet.

"Well, God instructed me to ask candidates to compose a poem and the one whose poem is the better gets in and the other has to go to the other place".

"That's not fair" said the comboy "This guys a poet"

"I don't make the rules, you know" said St Peter "But, I'll tell you what. Just to make sure that both of you start on even terms, the poem has to contain the word 'Timbuktu'. I'll give you a couple of minutes to compose your poems. Tell me when you are ready".

Shortly the poet says "Ok, here goes:

Here I stand in this foreign land
Watching the caravan cross the sand
Soon I'll be travelling too
All the way to Timbuktu"

"That's very good" said St Peter "Are you ready with your poem?" he asked the cowboy.

"Give me a break," says the cowboy "This kind of thing is not my bag" A minute later, the cowboy says "Ok here goes:

Tim and I a hunting went.
We saw three women in a tent.
They wuz three and we wuz two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu"

He got in.

Limey slang shouldn't count!