Mr. Nobody

April is National Poetry Month.
Here is another one I like, "Mr. Nobody" lives at my house for sure, how about yours?

Mr. Nobody
(or AKA Mr. No-bod-ee, Mr. No-body)
author unknown

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 that always tears our 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 were made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
or 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.