‘Spectator’ competition invited readers to submit a poem about a politician and
an item of clothing. I didn’t win so went unpublished in the illustrious pages
of The Spectator, so I publish it here. In case non-British readers were not
aware, the media made a stir in the autumn of 2016 with a picture of PM Theresa
May wearing leather trousers.
Russian, he’s out-and-out iconophile:
hat, fur trim, leather jacket’s his style.
the Terrible, when it comes to shootin’;
apparel proclaims we are dealing with ‘Putin’.
more, there's a rough side to Vlad the Scary –
loves his bare chest, all hairy and bear-y.
are needless: he wallows in snow,
a tiger to show how he’s macho.
jacket commands, ‘Bomb’em to hell!’
. . . Women . . . All who rebel.
boyars must know they've lost the plot when
trumpets, “Make Russia great again!”
Trump’s jacket was made out of leather,
trousers ditto. It prompts questions whether