Where to Find Happiness

My literature teacher used to ask me stupid things 

I hated his class 

But he was my favorite teacher. 

He asked me where happiness came from,

As if I'd know the true answer 

I couldn't come up with one,

Even though he reminded me that I'd fail 

If not a simple answer 

But the question was not simple, 

nor would the answer be 

But one day, I told him. 

"Bundles of joy come from Boston." 

He said that was creative and asked me what it meant

I told him it was the Boston Tea Party 

The teas were the bundles 

Liberty was the joy 

But all it really meant, was that my dogs are Boston Terriers 

And they are my happiness.