Skimpy, shiny pine, fiercely pinned against the wall;
A tiny window may as well not be there at all,
For all the grey and dampness that stares back if you should look.
Edinburgh. Tourism. Last remaining hook,
Based on a history of kings and castles, wars and death.
Then loosely re-interpreted and told all out of breath
By underaged to underwhelmed from underfurnished suite;
A sack of lies to carry home, all bones devoid of meat.