{"id":1084,"date":"2023-06-20T04:57:41","date_gmt":"2023-06-20T04:57:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/strivingnigerianmom.com\/?p=1084"},"modified":"2023-06-20T04:57:41","modified_gmt":"2023-06-20T04:57:41","slug":"do-you-have-a-mr-nobody-in-your-home-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/2023\/06\/do-you-have-a-mr-nobody-in-your-home-too\/","title":{"rendered":"Do You Have A Mr Nobody In Your Home Too?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem-top\" class=\"tab-content active\">I heard my son read out this poem below over the weekend, and I found it quite interesting, you know. All the more interesting is the fact that this certain <strong>&#8216;Mr Nobody&#8217;<\/strong> poem was written by <strong>An Anonymous Writer<\/strong> &#8211; well by Mr Nobody himself! Wow!I don&#8217;t know if you have that certain Mr Nobody in your home too? The one who always seems to be guilty of all the &#8216;crimes&#8217; around the house?<\/p>\n<p>Well, Mr Nobody lives right in my home&#8230; Enjoy the Poem!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/strivingnigerianmom.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/03\/it-wasnt-me.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1089 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/strivingnigerianmom.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/03\/it-wasnt-me.jpg\" alt=\"it wasnt me\" width=\"188\" height=\"199\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<div id=\"poem\" class=\"tab-content active\">\n<div class=\"poem\">\n<div><strong>Mr Nobody<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>I know a funny little man,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As quiet as a mouse,<\/div>\n<div>Who does the mischief that is done<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In everybody\u2019s house!<\/div>\n<div>There\u2019s no one ever sees his face,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And yet we all agree<\/div>\n<div>That every plate we break was cracked<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By Mr. Nobody.<\/div>\n<div>\u2019Tis he who always tears out books,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Who leaves the door ajar,<\/div>\n<div>He pulls the buttons from our shirts,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And scatters pins afar;<\/div>\n<div>That squeaking door will always squeak,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For prithee, don\u2019t you see,<\/div>\n<div>We leave the oiling to be done<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By Mr. Nobody.<\/div>\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/strivingnigerianmom.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/03\/mom-it-wasnt-me.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1090 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/strivingnigerianmom.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/03\/mom-it-wasnt-me.jpg\" alt=\"mom it wasnt me\" width=\"204\" height=\"247\" \/><\/a>He puts damp wood upon the fire<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0That kettles cannot boil;<\/div>\n<div>His are the feet that bring in mud,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0And all the carpets soil.<\/div>\n<div>The papers always are mislaid;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0Who had them last, but he?<\/div>\n<div>There\u2019s no one tosses them about<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0But Mr. Nobody.<\/div>\n<div>The finger marks upon the door<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By none of us are made;<\/div>\n<div>We never leave the blinds unclosed,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To let the curtains fade.<\/div>\n<div>The ink we never spill;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0the boots<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That lying round you see<\/div>\n<div>Are not our boots,\u2014they all belong<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To Mr. Nobody.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"credit\">\n<p>Source: <em>The Golden Book of Poetry<\/em> (1947)<\/p>\n<p>Love,<\/p>\n<p>Oluseye Ashiru<\/p>\n<p>This post was first published on www.strivingnigerianmom.com<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I heard my son read out this poem below over the weekend, and I found it quite interesting, you know. All the more interesting is the fact that this certain &#8216;Mr Nobody&#8217; poem was written by An Anonymous Writer &#8211; well by Mr Nobody himself! Wow!I don&#8217;t know if you have that certain Mr Nobody [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[17],"tags":[514,515,516],"class_list":["post-1084","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-motherhood","tag-joke","tag-mr-nobody","tag-poem"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1084","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1084"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1084\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1084"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1084"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familiesarising.ca\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1084"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}