The Dreamer went to bed

with a head full of dreams

but woke up

and could remember nothing.

“I am all out of dreams,”

the dreamer said.

He tried

and he tried

and oh, how he tried

to force a dream,

just one dream,

to come

but it was not to be

he no longer had

even the smallest,

tiniest,

littlest dream.

Instead,

he had a worry

because if he had no dream

he was no longer

the Dreamer.

“Who am I now?”

he asked.

He tried

and he tried

and oh, how he tried

to think of a new name

but he could not.

Since he had no name

and nothing to be called by

or a way to introduce himself

he became grumpy

and that was when

everyone started to call him

“The Cranky One.”

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