Happy Jack

I went to the page with a dry eye? nary a whimper certainly no sigh. What was this odd mysterious state; this slight chest tickle, this bouncy gait? Tigeer the Tiger would know, I’m sure; what are these eye crinkles this snorty-like snore? And, where in the hell did I hide this guffaw? I went to the page with twinkling eye, a wee small chortle certainly, No sigh? Why it’s happiness, bubbling up from inside, happiness damn! I can’t even hide. Giggles causing tickles inside my chest har-de-har-arrrrrr’s and all of the rest. Like Tigeer the Tiger letting go of a roar; it’s simply, most simply so extraordinoir. You’ve uncapped me, undone me, pulled loose the cork; Next thing I know You run for a fork?