Santa and his wife lives in a small house in Chandigarh. One day Santa`s wife, Jeeto, asks Santa to fix a cupboard door, since one of the hinges was broken.
His reply was 'Do I look like a carpenter? I`m a Photographer, not a carpenter. Get a carpenter to fix the door'.
A few days later, Jeeto asks him to fix a dripping tap.
Again Santa replies 'Do I look like a plumber? I`m a photographer, not a plumber. Get a plumber to fix the tap'.
A week later, Santa notices that both the tap and the door have been fixed, so he asks Jeeto who fixed it.
She replied 'I met a handyman in town, and he offered to fix the door and the tap if I either bake him a cake or have sex with him'.
Santa asked 'So what kind of cake did you bake?
Jeeto replied 'Do I look like a baker? '...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
uummmmmmmm...... here, let me quote you on something that you often say to other poets, *ahem* 'Not one of the best poems... I'm sorry to say...' sound familiar? ? This isn't even a poem! ! ! and it's not funny... And by the way, Emo Girl has lovely poems, and at least they actually ARE poems.