Mr. Nobody

We found a poem the other day that really tickled Jaedon's funny bone so I thought I'd share it with you.

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 teh door ajar,

He pulls the buttons from our shirts,

and scatters pins afar;

That squeaking door will always squeak,

For, prithee, don't you see,

We leave the oiling to be done

by Mr. Nobody.

The fingermarks upon the door

By none of us are made;

we never leave the blinds 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!