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.
2017 Room 14 stanza:
When the whiteboard pens run out,
it was nobody but he;
The ball smashed a window;
And it definitely was not me.
When the chromebooks are left on the desks,
For all the thieves to see,
It wasn’t anyone in Room 14,
but Mr Nobody.
Mr Nobody
ReplyDeleteWhen the whiteboard marker disappear,
It was nobody but he;
The paper everywhere;
Wasn’t anyone in are classroom.
When the chromebook are left after lunch,
For robbers and all.
Wasn’t anyone in this classroom
By Jordan.H
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ReplyDeleteWhen the ruler disappears
DeleteIt was nobody but he
The cloak bay a pigsty
Wasn't anyone but he
When the computers are not charged
Everyone crys
Wasn't anyone in this classroom
But Mr Nobody
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ReplyDeleteMr nobody
ReplyDeleteIf the posters lay on the floor
or left open is the door
It was not us you see
If the chrome books are without power
Or the chairs aren't up after hours
It must have been Mr Nobody
-Isabella
When the work is not turned in,
ReplyDeleteIt's always his fault not ours,
When stationery disappears,
He's been up working for hours;
When chairs are not put up,
It is him squealing in glee,
For it was not Room 14,
It was Mr Nobody.
Tramping food upon the field,
ReplyDeleteWho could doubt it was he,
Trying drastically to conceal,
All the mischief, mayhem and glee;
The classroom is a birds nest,
Take one guess who it could be,
I'd bet all my money on,
Mr Nobody.
When all the books are left astray,
ReplyDeleteStationary strewn across the floor,
As her gift towards the students,
The teacher lets out a roar,
But as the students told her,
Of which she will not believe,
That it was not Room 14,
And it was instead Mr. Nobody.
When the books got messy,
ReplyDeleteIt was no one but he,
When the screaming appeared,
It was nobody but him,
He write on board using a marker,
He leaves ink on the locker,
It was none of us but.......
Mr. Nobody.
When your book turns the page by it's self,
ReplyDeleteIt's always his doing not ours,
When things disappear,
It's no one I know,
When pages are ripped,
It is him laughing with pleasure
It was not me or you,
It was Mr Nobody
Clothes all over my room,
ReplyDeleteIt was not me;
Lego all smashed;
It was definitely not me,
Computer left out on the bed,left out to see,
But I didn't do it.
It was Mr nobody
By Will
We didn’t leave the light switch on,
ReplyDeleteHe was the last one in the class
Those things upon the cloak bay floor,
None of that is ours
There’s always books atop the cubes,
They’re none of ours you see
When all the classroom is left astray,
It was Mr Nobody
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ReplyDeleteLeaving clothes astray on the bed,
ReplyDeleteIt could be no-one else but him,
Who forgot to turn the dishwasher on,
I saw him leaving with a grin
Those muddy footprints trekked all upon the floor,
There is no doubt of who it could be,
For all those uncompleted chores,
It was Mr Nobody
When homework was turned in,
ReplyDeleteHe said otherwise,
Deleting a document for it to be a myth,
Frolking around in the night,
When credit cards are not seen by the master,
It is not somebody it is simply,
Mr Nobody.
Making other peoples licence disappear,
ReplyDeleteIt could be him the one,
Who forgot to push in there chair,
I saw him run off fast as he can,
Paper and pen dropped on the floor,
It has to be him,
The things that haven't been done
It was Mr Nobody
When homework isn't turned in on time,
ReplyDeleteand our hour of maths isn't done,
when Chromebooks where never plugged in,
and there's rubbish on the floor,
paper that's not in the paper bin,
and things ripped off the wall,
who could it be?
well it wasn't me!
it was Mr Nobody
When the licenses were on the floor,
ReplyDeleteand no one picked them up,
all these messy stuff in the cloakbay,
but no one owes them up,
when the whiteboard markers disappear,
and he would giggle with glee,
and everyone knew that it was Mr. Nobody.
Oh dear, calamity strikes again;
ReplyDeleteThe books are in the wrong place!
The box is labelled 'Science,
But it is filled with empty space.
Instead, the 'Mathematics' box is overflowing,
Despite being marked quite clearly!
And the problem bears not a single name but
Mister Nobody!
By Colden Lee Sapir.
Mr Nobody
ReplyDeleteWhen all the your pens run out or disappear,
It is no one except he;
When the chrome book are out of charge,
It was definitely not me,
When paper is scattered all over the floor,
There wasn't anyone in the classroom
but Mr Nobody.
When the chairs are down
ReplyDeleteMiss Cappel would have a frown
The class is not clean
It wasn't me
oh no it was not me
but I am sure it was Mr nobody
When Miss Cappel's pens are missing
ReplyDeleteand the Chromebooks are on the floor
the licences are everywhere
and kids are screaming outside the door
our homework is done over the due date
the pictures on the wall are all wonky not straight
who would do this?
it was not you
it was not me...
It was Mr Nobody!
When the cloak bay is left in shambles,
ReplyDeleteIt wasn’t us,
Paper is scattered all across the floor,
When no one is in class,
When chromebooks are left out for all to see,
It wasn’t me
But I bet you it was
Mr Nobody.
When the laundry was left untouched,
ReplyDeleteit was no one but he,
When the rubbish isn't put out,
I saw him run off with glee,
When your clothes are left upon the floor,
It was him, I swear,
When you don't even do the chores,
It's really not my fault
But we all know the culprit
Mr Nobody.
By Zenith
When the cloakbay was left a mess,
ReplyDeleteAnd no body would confess,
It was no one but he,
The books scattered randomely across the tables,
And the chrome books left out for anyone to see,
It wasn't me!
So it must have been,
Mr Nobody.
By Jayda
When the pens run out of ink,
ReplyDeleteWe don't have time to think
It was no one but he,
When there was rubbish on the floor,
And no one did their chores,
He ran of with a grin,
Not knowing we know him,
It was not me,
So it has to be,
Mr Nobody.