Joseph M. Conti

(Elkins, WV, USA)

Mr. Nobody - Poem by Joseph M. Conti

There is a funny little man,
In everybody's house,
This funny, quiet little man,
Is sneaky as a mouse,
There's no one ever knows his name,
And yet we all agree,
All the mischief that is done, is done,
By Mister Nobody.


Comments about Mr. Nobody by Joseph M. Conti

  • (5/13/2007 3:07:00 PM)


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  • (4/4/2007 9:28:00 PM)


    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 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.

    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 not 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.
    Anon
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  • (4/4/2007 9:25:00 PM)


    This isn't your poem...this poem was written many many decades ago and is print in several books?

    The author is always listed as anonymous and it is several stanzas long...this being only one of them and not quite the same wording, but beyond close.

    Were you just posting this piece of work for others or were you stating it as your own, I'm confused?
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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