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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