1 the Emir has it in his head he is a poet and the Emir invites Nasrudin to an assembly and the Emir recites his poem with much ado, with much loudness and gestures
everyone applauds the Emir for his poem but Nasrudin is quiet and the Emir turns to Nasrudin and says: “So, Nasrudin – what do you think of my poem?”
“Sir,” says Nasrudin “What you recited is not a poem and neither does it make you a poet”
“Guards!” screams the Emir “Take this man Nasrudin and put him in jail! Three months let him be there!”
2 Three months pass and Nasrudin is released and is invited again by the Emir to another of the Emir’s recitations and again the Emir recites his poem with much ado, with much loudness and gestures
and again everyone applauds the Emir for his poem but Nasrudin says nothing and stands up and walks towards the guards and the Emir shouts at Nasrudin: “Nasrudin – where do you think you are going?”
And says Nasrudin: “Sir – I’m saving you the trouble; I’ll send myself to jail…”
I'm still away, busy packing and moving inter-state...just found some time to post a new Nasrudin poem...