Some folks call Holyrood Castle a palace
but it's a real gloomy dump,
there's a right royal rogues gallery
and dank haunted dungeons,
The gift shop is run by Scottish mountain trolls
and the cobbled stone courtyard was hard on my knees.
I did find a distant ancestor of mine,
described by the tour guide
as a 'notable treasonous bugger',
so day not wasted day.
Categories:
holyrood, poetry,
Form: Free verse