Poets Jokes

Q: How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Three. One to curse the darkness, one to light a candle... and one to change the bulb.

Firaq Gorakhpuri, the doyen of Urdu shairi, is often pestered by aspiring poets to write prefaces for their works. One such poet who was oversure of himself approached Firaq and by way of self-introduction said:' Firaq Sahib, my poems have been published in all the leading Urdu magazines and journals in the country. No doubt you must have read many of them.'
Firaq replied: All these magazines and journals you speak of also carry advertisements of medicines to cure piles; do you expect me to have read all these?' (Incidentally, Firaq suffered from piles and some of his jokes are about the pain they caused him in his fundament.)
Once at a mushaira, while other poets were reciting their compositions, the cord of Firaq's pajama snapped. When his turn came, he proceeded to recite while sitting down. The crowd clamoured.' Please get up and come to the mike.' Firaq stayed glued to his takia and replied,' Khawateen-o-Hazrat (ladies and gentlemen), the cord of my pajama has snapped. more...

Three poets - an Indian, an Englishman, and an American - arrive at the
gates of heaven at the same time wanting to get in. St. Peter explains
to them that heaven is pretty much filled up with poets, at the moment,
and he is authorized only to take in one of the three. He devises a
poetry competition, giving each poet 15 minutes to create a short poem
incorporating "Timbuktu" in the verse... may the best poet win!

St. Peter returns after several minutes and asks the Indian poet to
recite first:

Indian Poet: Once while in a foreign land,
I dreamed I crossed the burning sand.
An oasis appeared, when close I drew,
I found I was in Timbuktu.

"Lovely!" says St. Peter... "and now the Englishman"...
English Poet: Of all the cities I have been
(And I have been to quite a few),
There is no finer place I've seen
Whose beauty rivals Timbuktu.

"Very more...