Route 66

Here's the Poem:-

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

It is he who always tears our books
Who leaves our doors ajar
He pulls the buttons from our shirts
And scatters pins afar
That squeaking door will always squeak
Because of this you see
We leave the oiling to be done
by Mr. Nobody

He puts damp wood upon the fire
So 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 End-

This is a great poem! I love it. Well here it is.. anyway its gettin late, Nitez

Rachel