Which Is You? Poem by david lessard

There were seven of them...
do you know the one that's you?
Can you pick the one that fits,
from this merry little crew?

We can start with Happy...
full of cheer and full of mirth;
always ready with a laugh,
funny guy, salt-of-the-earth.

Or maybe you are Bashful,
tongue-tied and stuttering;
Saying darn and shucks,
blithering and muttering.

Or maybe you'd be Doc,
the leader of the group;
the man that speaks for all,
of this tiny, dwarf-size troupe.

Don't forget there's Sleepy,
he hasn't slept a wink;
he's got insomnia,
he's so tired, he can't think.

Then there's plain, old Dopey,
his mind is not quite right;
He's foolish and he's stupid,
not too sharp and not too bright.

If you cough and blow your nose,
you could be a man called Sneezy;
you can't mistake this fellow,
his lungs are rather wheezy.

And finally, there's the pessimist,
better known as Grumpy;
he's no fun to be around,
he makes other people jumpy.

Snow White, I will not mention,
for about her, there's nothing wrong;
she's perfect in every way,
and sings such lovely songs.

So, which dwarf are you my friend?
Is it something else that you extol?
Your secret's safe with me -
I shall not tell a soul.