Mansion Of Pure Delight Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-ansion of pure delight
A-mounts to thousand thrill;
R-apport with friends is warm,
Y-our home has no cold chill.

G-rand celebration of birth
R-ecounts the big moment;
A-fter the pressure is gone,
C-heer has completed the
E-vent.

M-ansion of mirth was built
O-n the day you were born;
R-apture wasn't brought
T-ill third September morn.
I-t's a domain of pleasure that sets everything aright;
Z-one of endless ecstasy, mansion of pure delight.