BigUmp56
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Two men from very different educational backgrouds went to NY City for a job interview.
One man was a Harvard graduate and very distinguished. The other was a good old boy that had graduated from Tennessee University with a degree in communications.
Both men entered the personnel managers office at the same time.
When they were seated the manager told them, " You are the two finalists for the job. You're both equally qualified to do the job. However, there is a test I like to use as the final measuring stick when deciding who should be hired in our office. I would like you both to go back out to the lobby and write me a poem that ryhmes with Timbuktoo. I can tell a lot about a man through poetry."
The Harvard grad finished first. His poem read:
" I took a trip upon a ship across the ocean blue "
" Aboard a Spanish frigate that was bound for Timbuktoo."
" Not bad at all my friend," said the manager. " That is the best poem I have ever heard from an applicant."
"I'm quite sure it's safe to say you will be the one who gets the job."
"However, out of fairness to our Southern bretheren I still need to at least hear the other applicants poem."
The good old boy from The University of Tennessee went second with a heavy heart. He felt he didn't do well at all.
His poem went something like this:
" Tim and I to the desert went.
Where three whores had pitched a tent.
Since they was three and weez just two."
I bucked one while Tim bucked two."
Who got the job?
Tim.
One man was a Harvard graduate and very distinguished. The other was a good old boy that had graduated from Tennessee University with a degree in communications.
Both men entered the personnel managers office at the same time.
When they were seated the manager told them, " You are the two finalists for the job. You're both equally qualified to do the job. However, there is a test I like to use as the final measuring stick when deciding who should be hired in our office. I would like you both to go back out to the lobby and write me a poem that ryhmes with Timbuktoo. I can tell a lot about a man through poetry."
The Harvard grad finished first. His poem read:
" I took a trip upon a ship across the ocean blue "
" Aboard a Spanish frigate that was bound for Timbuktoo."
" Not bad at all my friend," said the manager. " That is the best poem I have ever heard from an applicant."
"I'm quite sure it's safe to say you will be the one who gets the job."
"However, out of fairness to our Southern bretheren I still need to at least hear the other applicants poem."
The good old boy from The University of Tennessee went second with a heavy heart. He felt he didn't do well at all.
His poem went something like this:
" Tim and I to the desert went.
Where three whores had pitched a tent.
Since they was three and weez just two."
I bucked one while Tim bucked two."
Who got the job?
Tim.
