Chesse-topped Minstrels
This diversion - to the moon! -
Is not the usual tourist route
For those who seek the Stone of Scone
(Though why they'd want to's somewhat moot)
I tend to take the train from Leith
To shelter from the storms beneath
And yet, in spite of all its turns,
The track does get to Inverness
The bagpipes play while Robbie burns
The suit that leads to all dourness
I tend to look the other way
To the shimmering Bridge of Tay
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, loaf, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 19th April 2004 by Anon.. |