With thanks to Mairéad, http://www.pbase.com/mairead/profile, who reminded me of this Paul Durcan poem that is amusing and radical and pokes gentle fun at a president who had a strong sense of traditional Catholic family values and "comely maidens dancing on the village green"

Making Love Outside Áras an Uachtaráin

When I was a boy, myself and my girl
Used to cycle up to the Phoenix Park:
Outside the gates we used to lie in the grass
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin.

Often I wonder when de Valera would have thought
Inside in his ivory tower
If he knew we were in his green, green grass
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin

Because the odd thing was - oh how odd it was-
We both revered Irish patriots
And we dreamed our dream of a green, green flag
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin

But even had our names been Diarmuid and Grainne
We doubted de Valera's approval
for a poet's son and a judge's daughter
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin

I see him now in the head-haze of the day
Blindly stalking us down:
And, levelling an ancient rifle, he says 'Stop
Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin!'