The Man Who Shouldn't Be There Poem by Tony Sandy

He doesn't laugh.
He doesn't smile.
He hasn't been here
(nor there) in a while.

He doesn't talk.
He doesn't smoke.
He doesn't drink.
He's very grey
(not very pink) .

He walks through walls
(doesn't use the door) .
And sometimes when I'm not looking
He'll come through the floor.

He doesn't exist
Yet there he is,
Doing nothing
but being a whizz.

His silent voice
says nothing at all
But just listening to it
Is a bit of a ball.

He won't do this.
He won't do that.
He won't say boo to a goose
Yet he frightens the cat.