MR NOBODY

               Author Unknown

 

I know a funny little man,

    As quiet as a mouse,

Who does the mischief that is done

    In everybody's house!

 

There's no one ever sees his face,

     And yet we all agree

That every plate we break was cracked

    By Mr Nobody

 

'Tis he who always tears our books,

    Who leaves the door ajar.

He pulls the buttons from our shirts,

    And scatters pine afar;

 

That squeaking door will always squeak,

    For, prithee, don't you see,

We leave the oiling to be done

    By Mr Nobody

 

The finger marks upon the door

    By none of us are made;

We never leave the blind unclosed,

    To let the curtains fade.

 

The ink we never spill; the boots

   That lying round you. See

Are not our boots.  They all belong

    To Mr Nobody.

 

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AND THEN READ: 

my sequel to this poem.

Our Language Listening Page It's Poor Mr Nobody Again People Poems

MR NOBODY POEM

If your children have invisible friends who get into lots of mischief without being discovered, may I recommend my Mickledy-Me poems,

almost the first poems I wrote for children, and VERY MUCH LOVED

and also chosen by teachers for publication in 2010:

Mickledy-Me