And it all starts again...
Beautiful Road Bridge over the briny Forth
That lets you visit the village of Queensferry, North
And hosts a bus service that takes you straight to Deep Sea World
I am here to tell you of a terrible tale which unfurled
When the bus tried to leave Edinburgh, where the cold wind swirled
The passenger's hearts were light and felt no sorrow
But TIE in it's wrath had ploughed a furrow
From Haymarket to Shandwick Place was a hole in the ground
Right along Princes Street and away past the Mound
(Hang on this is not in my plans; I'm writing doggerel, which almost scans
But heh, I'm only looking for an excuse; to start off McGonagall and end up Suess)
But back to the bus, the passengers happy
Not yet knowing how long they would wait for a lavvie.
So the bus crawled on with all of it's might
Keeping ladies with Zimmerframes, just within sight
At Haymarket; the passengers, bladders in pain
Got off the bus and on to the train...