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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 921049" data-attributes="member: 1246"><p>Mr. Nobody</p><p></p><p>By Anonymous Anonymous I know a funny little man,</p><p> As quiet as a mouse,</p><p>Who does the mischief that is done</p><p> In everybody’s house!</p><p>There’s no one ever sees his face,</p><p> And yet we all agree</p><p>That every plate we break was cracked</p><p> By Mr. Nobody.</p><p></p><p>’Tis he who always tears out books,</p><p> Who leaves the door ajar,</p><p>He pulls the buttons from our shirts,</p><p> And scatters pins afar;</p><p>That squeaking door will always squeak,</p><p> For prithee, don’t you see,</p><p>We leave the oiling to be done</p><p> By Mr. Nobody.</p><p></p><p>The finger marks upon the door</p><p> By none of us are made;</p><p>We never leave the blinds unclosed,</p><p> To let the curtains fade.</p><p>The ink we never spill; the boots</p><p> That lying round you see</p><p>Are not our boots,—they all belong</p><p> To Mr. Nobody.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Source: <em>The Golden Book of Poetry</em> (1947)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 921049, member: 1246"] Mr. Nobody By Anonymous Anonymous 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 out books, Who leaves the 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 finger marks 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. Source: [I]The Golden Book of Poetry[/I] (1947) [/QUOTE]
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