Monday, November 22, 2010

Mr Nobody

I know a funny little man,
As quiet as 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 our 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 the mud,
And all carpets soil.
The papers always 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 curtain fade;
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see
Are not our boots- they all belong
To Mr Nobody.

From this poem what can u guys interpret from this poem? I know this poem is quite familiar but still we do the same thing over & over again. We kept put a blame on others rather than ponder upon our mistakes. I hope this poem will open up our mind (^-^)

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