Mr Smee Poem by Robbie Brereton

Mr Smee Mr Smee
it's me Mr Smee
today I'm Arthur
warrior King of the knights
so I need a sword from your smith
to be a warrior king with.

Come on Mr Smee
I need it now-quick-
before you drink your tea
let's go to the smith
and squeeze past the green chariot
and your rusted hover bike
and you can tell me to wait
while you fumble for the light.

Let's go Mr Smee
take me down off your knee
ill arrange the daggers
and you can put your pencil behind your ear
and bite your tongue
and scowl at your scrolls
and ruffle your beard when you're done.

What's now Mr Smee?
You've scribbled on the wood
and cut up your pencil
with your foldy knife,
let's start the buzzer
and you can tell me to watch out
or the crocodile teeth will snap at me
like they did to you
when they chomped your finger off
and granny wrapped it in the table cloth.

Mr Smee Mr smee
how long will it be?
I want to be Arthur
and pull my sword from the stone
like when you bend over too far
and make that weird groan.

Mr Smee Mr Smee
I want to see!
Can I have my stool
so I can watch you change glasses
and shake wooden feathers
off granny's best apron
like you told me Doogle dog
from the garden used to do.

Mr Smee Mr Smee
why when the wood goes into the buzzer
Does it rain yellow?
One day I'm going to know how to use your plane,
and the cheesil and the drivers
and the turner
so I can make those little bowls
that mummy loves
like the one she cried
at when I broke it
and then I'll have my own smith
where I can make you swords
and you can be my cabin boy.

Mr Smee Mr Smee
Granny said no swords today
you have to stay in bed
because you are tired
and have a poorly head.

But tomorrow we will make swords.

Mr Smee
I went to the smith this afternoon
and helped Granny chase
around the broom
but I told her not to move anything
because it all has its place
and she smiled
and picked me up and squeezed me
and I felt seawater on her cheek.

Then she put me down,
looked at her apron hanging on the wall,
and said that it didn't matter anymore.