A wee highland fling with Braveheart

I took a trip to Ireland last year to visit my daughter. She was working and living in Cork. During my two month stay she took time from work to take me on a trip. First stop was Scotland where we took a tour of the highlands, visited castles and lochs, searched for Nessie and made the trek along the Golden Mile to Edinburgh Castle. Along the way we met some very interesting characters…one of whom inspired me to elaborate with a wee poem..

We strolled along the Golden Mile…the sites we saw they made us smile…
A wedding in the ancient chapel..the bride as rosy as an apple
We sunk a breaky of Scottish delight…haggis, black pudd, Scottish sausage and the like,
Then to the castle we did trek..buying souvenirs, kilts..what the heck.
Outside the gates we came upon..”Braveheart” busking..his horse was gone…
He looked a little worse for wear..bit tattered and torn with long shaggy hair..
His face was painted with a splash of blue..and he looked like he’d been in a war or two.
He was decked out in his kilt and armour…one could tell he weren’t no farmer.
A Scottish hero was William Wallace..Independence was his solace..
But sadly he was caught and hangled, from London bridge his head was dangled..
His body parts all scattered round..but now I guess they have been found.
Cause..there he was outside the castle…sword in hand the cheeky rascal..
He agreed to havin’ his picture took…then I asked him if I could have a wee look..
He smiled.. I peeked… I gave a wolf whistle..
As he raised up his kilt.. and showed us his thistle
Now..while your thinkin’ on that a while…I’ll continue along the golden Mile..
A wee smile a plastered on me dial..
He really did. I wouldn’t trick… a thistle tattooed on his…cheek.