Raj Arumugam


a barber, a bald man, and a philosopher


the barber and the bald man
and the ubiquitous philosopher
are travelling in ancient Rome
Here below the tree at night
they rest and take turns to keep an eye
on their luggage
Now it is the turn of the barber to keep watch
and he gets bored
and he takes out his shaving kit
and he gives the sleeping philosopher
a free shave, so now you have two bald men

And now it's the philosopher's watch
and he wakes up
and he feels his smooth head
and he muses to himself:
"That stupid barber!
He has woken up the bald man
instead of waking up the philosopher! "

Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2012

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Poem based on a joke from a collection of jokes from ancient Rome, brought to light by Mary Beard (see her TV series "Meet the Romans')

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