My Eiderdown Poem by John Sensele

If the secret to happiness I should discover
And to my heart's content I should please my lover
My search on Earth will be done
Although fibers of my soft centre will come undone.

What the heck says I
I don't mind a crazy cry
Now and then as long as pleasure's mine
And in my Utopia etiquette I confine, define, refine.

Fed up with ridicule rules
Employing and deploying my jewels
I derive a plethora of pleasure
And sample sensation beyond leisure.

I give not a hoot
If pleasure in me gains root
As long as I turn my world upside down
Living, giving and forgiving my eiderdown.