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?
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