A guest at a concert turned to Mulla
Nasrudin sitting next to him and criticised the voice of the woman who was
singing.
"What a terrible voice," he
said. "Do you know who she is?"
"Yes," said the Mulla.
"She's my wife."
"Oh," said the embarrassed
guest, "I beg your pardon. Of course, it is not her voice that is bad, it
is that awful song she has to sing. I wonder who wrote it."
"I DID," said Nasrudin.
