Mr.Nobody

I know a funny little man,
 As quite 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 pin 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?
Tehre,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 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.


Dibuat oleh :Sharifah Amni Syanazana.