My Original Jokes
The teacher tests the IQ of his pupils.
Teacher: In Heaven gods and goddesses talk in sign language and mind-reading, and on the Earth humans talk in prose and swear words, right? Then tell me boys, in what medium do the inmates of the Hell talk?
A student: It’s simple. They talk in poetry.
Teacher: Wow! How could you know that?
The student: My mum has this thing to say to my dad, always:
“To hell with your poetry.”
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The Poetic Process
A modern poet is asked to tell something about the poetic process. He gives his profound comparison, which is reproduced below:
Poetry is like nose picking. When you inhale the essence of the world around you it gels in your innermost province and then solidifies. It concentrates, seasons and sticks to you. But then it does not come out so easily. You have to force yourself to give out. It pains, and finally when it comes out you feel great. You look at it again and again and feel its clammy texture between your fingers. You don’t like to discard it even the world criticizes you. So goes my poem “Poetic Pick”:
I picked my nose and then the poetry came out
Out came poetry as I picked my nose.
Nose for picking and poetry for keeping
The world may go to hell the poems are mine.
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Truth, Lie and Wit
Ask a child: who is the most beautiful woman around?
Child: my mum.
Conclusion= the child speaks the truth.
Ask his dad: who is the most beautiful woman around?
He replies: Obviously, she is my wife.
Conclusion= the husband lies.
Ask the wife: who is the most beautiful woman around?
Wife replies: She lives behind the mirror.
Conclusion= the wife is witty.
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In the past when cows got hungry they used to go out for grazing. Now there’s no grazing field. So when they feel hungry they come home to eat.
Human being in the past used to come home when they felt hungry. But now with eateries abounding, they go out to fill their stomach like the cows of yester years._______________________
A. N. Nanda