Nasrudin looks in the magic mirror
that allows him to peep into the future
and he sees many marvelous poems in cyberspace.
So Nasrudin calls his Donkey and he says to Donkey:
*See, Donkey – there are so many marvelous poems in cyberspace.
They are beautiful poems.*
But Nasrudin’s Donkey says:
*Hee-haw! - what’s the use? As far as I’m concerned
the only good poem is the one printed on paper.*
And why is that? asks Nasrudin.
*Because, at least when I’m desperately hungry, I can eat paper –
but I can’t eat cyberspace can I?* replies Donkey.
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 7:14 AM UTC
Nasrudin looks in the magic mirror
that allows him to peep into the future
and he sees many marvelous poems in cyberspace.
So Nasrudin calls his Donkey and he says to Donkey:
*See, Donkey – there are so many marvelous poems in cyberspace.
They are beautiful poems.*
But Nasrudin’s Donkey says:
*Hee-haw! - what’s the use? As far as I’m concerned
the only good poem is the one printed on paper.*
And why is that? asks Nasrudin.
*Because, at least when I’m desperately hungry, I can eat paper –
but I can’t eat cyberspace can I?* replies Donkey.
...this is a prose poem...because Nasrudin's Donkey is incapable of lofty heights...
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