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SaⓂ️Ⓜ️y 🎩⚡🎭🌈
@cryptodee
I remember this poem; an excerpt from "The Golden Book of Poetry". I read it in my elementary class and fell in love with it. Found it again now and thought to share. POEM is in the reply of this post
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SaⓂ️Ⓜ️y 🎩⚡🎭🌈
@cryptodee
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.
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SaⓂ️Ⓜ️y 🎩⚡🎭🌈
@cryptodee
’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.
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SaⓂ️Ⓜ️y 🎩⚡🎭🌈
@cryptodee
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.
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SaⓂ️Ⓜ️y 🎩⚡🎭🌈
@cryptodee
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
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