It seems that two of the great Romantic British Poets, Shelly and Keats died on the same day.When they got to heaven St. Peter said, „I’m sorry, but I only have room for one poet. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. Each of you must make up a poem using the word ‚Timbuctoo.‘ The one who creates the best poem I’ll let into heaven.“So Shelly goes first. He thinks a bit and after a few moments, he starts, „I stood upon the burning sand gazing at a far off land. A caravan came into view it’s destination: Timbuctoo.““Very good!“ says St. Peter, „Keats it’s your turn. Do you think you can top that one?“Keats just smiled and started his poem: „Tim and I a hunting went, and found three maidens in a tent. Since they were three and we were two, I bucked one and Timbuctoo.“
