Tru Romance


Prime Minister of Canada Justin Trudeau and his wife Sophie Gregoire Trudeau are greeted by Taoiseach Leo Varadkar TD as they arrive at Dublin Castle for the Official Dinner last night.

O Trudeau!

Cometh the rubbish haircuts firing tweets and ICBMs;
the people with bad teeth daring belch their opinions in public.
Cometh also the Warren Beatty of the North,
sans the wrinkles and heavy politics, bearing
to the sisterhood of the stuffed vine leaf
and gourmet sausage
ribbon-wrapped boxes labelled ‘hope’,
‘moderation’, and ‘free trade’;
your tongue’s delicious wiggling
persuading even Lycra clad
husbands to put bikes and running shoes aside
a moment and join the ravenous pack of dangerous
sensibilists in drizzling a tribute
of garlic butter all over
your French speaking torso.
Your hair, a field of wheat that reminds
soon-to-be-ex Prime Ministers
of better times.
Your words, as gorgeously proportional
as the gossip from the ladies’ golf-club,
float off towards the sun.

Kevin Higgins

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25 thoughts on “Tru Romance

  1. missred

    Good lord. This is the most unhinged one I’ve heard from him yet. It’s like one of Adrian Mole’s poems.

      1. missred

        It looks like a combination of a slightly flowery anti-austerity rant coupled with Higgins’ secret love for slash fiction.

        1. Andyourpointiswhatexactly?

          Ha! I will now read it using Higgins’ new posh accent. I’m sure that will improve it 100%.

      2. MoyestWithExcitement

        Don’t you usually take issue with people who talk about not liking certain bands and songs here?

    1. missred

      I think Kev really, really wants Justin and Leo to get a room, Jimmy. His pen is at the ready.

  2. Shayna

    I’m not sure if Leo is good looking, or I just have a thing for swarthy/olive-skinned types. Justin isn’t bad either, I have to say.

      1. Shayna

        Last time I looked, this was, rather than – I’m sure you’re lovely.

          1. Shayna

            When I turn up in The Temple Bar next week, I’ll be the one who doesn’t look like a tourist. Oh, did I mention, I’d be a tad tall on it!

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