Mister Nobody Poem by LONDIS CARPENTER

Mister Nobody lives right here in my room
In a corner, somewhere on the floor.
Though it's hard to see him- he hides in the gloom-
And he never likes using the door.

He only comes out when you turn off the light.
I can feel him and I know he's here.
He comes for a visit almost every night;
It's perhaps just to cause me to fear.

His name is "Nobody." It's something I learned
The first night that he gave me a scare.
When mom tucked me in she looked under the bed
And I heard her say, "Nobody's there! "

And just to be certain I checked with my dad.
I asked him if mother was right.
And father replied, without batting an eye,
"Son, Nobody comes in the night."