Well I woke up this morning

And thought "I'm feeling happy,"

But he really was grumpy

And I was still . . . s l e e p y.

 

We both felt bashful

Thinking he might be dopey :

That's how we ended

Up in the dock.

 

But Sneezy is  missing

Yes   Sneezy is missing

Oh     Sneezy  is  missing

What    Snow  White  is  kissing -

 

Whatever that might be.

                I don't  know.

                Don't ask  me -

   I saw that movie, fifty years ago,

 

                   And  remember  my  nightmare

            From the bit with the trees in

       And   Sneezy  is   missing!

Oh  Sneezy  is  missing!

 

                    If that's where he's got to

                    We so hope he'll soon breeze in.

                    Because we miss you little Sneezy

                                 

                    And your Snow White

               

                    P  o  w   d  e  r.

                                                                                                                       John Z Hepworth, 2004-2005-ish 

This poem appears in memory of Richard, better known as Tandy - a central figure at the Grove Inn's famous Unplugged Leeds acoustic project and at the same pub's Stormy Monday blues nights, run by his great friend Steve Cockerill. One of his favourite greetings to an audience was "I was feeling 'appy earlier on, but 'appy didn't like it, so I've come here to see you lot." Tandy was encouraging about the idea of a poem to bring in the whole dwarf squad, and he ingeniously gave the poem its title when I admitted it wasn't finished because I couldn't fit Sneezy in. That title cleared the writing block and Sneezy soon made his wishes known. Tandy died six years ago, on October 17 I think.