Sir Smasham Uppe

This one is such an interesting poem, because I see three different possibilities. Are they both bumblers? Or is the narrator or Sir Smasham a little more malicious in their actions.

Sir Smasham Uppe by E.V. Rieu

Good afternoon, Sir Smasham Uppe!
We’re having tea: do take a cup
Sugar and milk? Now let me see –
Two lumps, I think? …. Good Gracious me!
The silly thing slipped off your knee!
Pray don’t apologize old chap:
A very trivial mishap!
So clumsy of you? How absurd!
My dear Sir Smasham, not a word!
Now do sit down and have another,
And tell us all about your brother –
You know, the one who broke his head.
Is the poor fellow still in bed? –
A chair – allow me, sir! …. Great Scott!
That was a nasty smash! Eh, what?
Oh not at all: the chair was old –
Queen Anne, or so we have been told.
We’ve got at least a dozen more:
Just leave the pieces on the floor.
I want you to admire our view
Come nearer to the window, do;
And look how beautiful…. Tut, tut!
You didn’t see that it was shut?
I hope you are not badly cut!
Not hurt? A fortunate escape!
Amazing! Not a single scrape!
And now, if you have finished tea,
I fancy you might like to see
A little thing or two I’ve got.
That china plate? Yes, worth a lot:
A beauty too…. Ah, there it goes!
I trust you didn’t hurt your toes?
Your elbow brushed it off the shelf?
Of course: I’ve done the same myself.
And now, my dear Sir Smasham – oh,
You surely don’t intend to go?
You must be off? Well, come again
So glad you’re fond of porcelain.

Sir Smasham Uppe

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