Among his poetry, World Champion abortionist Henry Morgentaler writes of "a Goddess with golden breasts, dripping milk and honey. A suckling baby am I, nursing at the golden breast" which sounds suspiciously like the end of a James Bond movie, Licence to Kill jokes aside.
Apparently he's called his book "Freedom is my Passion."
Now I don't know about you lads, but were I occupied suckling at breasts dripping milk and honey, even ones of the non-golden variety, I'm not sure quite that I would identify Freedom, in particular, as my passion.
But they didn't give him the Order of Canada for poetry.