Mr Nobody
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.
He puts damp wood upon the fire
That kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid;
Who had them last, but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But 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.
That happened so often when I was growing up. Funny, nobody seemed to own up to any wrongdoing!
Nobody ever seems to know who did it either! Lol.
I know that wasn’t me feeling ☺
Congrats on the online store.
Cheers, Mojisola
http://www.mojintouch.com
LOL Mojisola. A common occurrence huh?
Thank You Dear.
Have a lovely day!
I call it the ‘invisible man’ a.k.a. mr. spirit
Yeah, Yeah. Mr Invisible.
I call him Mr Ghost. . . . . . So annoying & frustrating when everyone says ”it wasn’t me”
Lol. Mr Ghost!