MR NOBODYBY ANONYMOUSI know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse,Who does the mischief that is done In everybodys house!Theres no one ever sees his face, And yet we all agreeThat 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, dont you see,We leave the oiling to be done By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,That kettle cannot boil;His are the feet that bring in mud,And all the carpets soil.The papers are always mislaid,Who had them last but he?There's no one tosses them aboutBut 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 seeAre not our boots,they all belong To Mr. Nobody.

Circle the synonym for the underlined words in the poem.NoUnderlined wordsSynonym

1. I know a funny little man,strange comical

2. Who does the mischief that is donenaughtiness obedience

3. And yet we all agreediffer concur

4. `Tis he who always tears our books,it is this is

5. `Tis he who always tears our books,rips fixes

6. Who leaves the door ajar,partly open completely closed

7. And scatters pins afar;collects disperses

8. And scatters pins afar;nearby far

9. For, prithee, don't you see,please pretty

10. He puts damp wood upon the fire,wet dry

11. And all the carpets soil.dirty clean

12. The papers always are mislaid,there misplaced

13. Theres no one tosses them aboutflings keeps

14. The finger marks upon the doortouches stains

15. We never leave the blinds unclosed,screens sightless

16. To let the curtains fade.lose colour brighten

17. The ink we never spill; the bootsknock over drop

Match the nouns with the appropriate verbs/verb phrases which are all found in the poem.

break

crackedtear

leave ajar

squeakbring in mud

soil

mislaid tosses about

leave unclosed

fadespill

lying around

What is the poem about? The poem is about a common situation in every house. When someone does mischievous things in the house, he/she will not admit it. They will put the blame on other people. This poem sarcastically but humourously reminds us to admit and be responsible to our misbehaviour. Stanza 1Meaning

I know a funny little man,

I know a strange man.

As quiet as a mouse,He hardly makes a noise.

Who does the mischief that is doneIn everybodys house!He is blamed for all the trouble that happens in everyones home.

There is no one ever sees his face,No one has ever seen him

And yet we all agreeThat every plate we break was crackedBy Mr NobodyBut he is blamed when plates get broken. His name is Mr Nobody.

Stanza 2

Tis he who always tears our books,No one admits being responsible for the torn books.

Who leaves the door ajar,No one admits to having left the doors partly open.

He pulls the buttons from our shirts,No one is responsible for tearing the buttons off the shirts;

And scatters pins afar;No one admits to dispersing the pins

That squeaking door will always squeak,The door will always squeak because no one oils it.

For, prithee, dont you see,We leave the oiling to be doneBy Mr Nobody.Please, dont you knowNo one is going to oil that squeaky door. Mr Nobody is going to do it.

Stanza 3

He puts damp wood upon the fire,That kettles cannot boil;No one admits to putting damp wood in the fire which cause the water in the kettle will not boil.

His are the feet that bring in mud,And all the carpets are soil.When the carpets are dirtied no one admits to coming in with muddy shoes.

The papers are always mislaid,Who had them last but he?The papers often go missing but no one admits being the last person to read them.

Theres no one tosses them aboutBut Mr NobodyNo one admits to throwing the papers all over the place.

Stanza 4

The finger marks upon the doorBy none of us are made;No one admits being the person who left the dirty finger prints on the door.

We never leave the blinds unclosed,To let the curtains fade;No one admits to leaving the blinds unclosed and cause the curtains to lose colour.

The ink we never spill;

No one admits having spilled the ink.

the bootsThat lying around you see Are not our boots they all belongTo Mr NobodyNo one admits having left their boots lying around. The boots belong to Mr Nobody.

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