Mr. Nobody (Pickled Poem Ep. 6)

“Mr. Nobody” by Anonymous 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 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. 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. 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. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Email ⁠[email protected]⁠ and let me know what you thought about today’s episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems.  Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too.  Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!