(03 Jun 2015, 7:43 pm)MurdnunoC wrote Aye. There's many a ballad and limerick been written about the 194.
My favourite has to be 'Ode to 194'
There once was bus called the 194
It ran up and down and from door to door
Through Shiney Raa and Herrington Burn
Towards Bournmoor this bus was not to turn
Until the dark day of two thousand and ten
When rerouting upsetteth the local zen
The link between Herrington, Fatfield and Penshaw
Suddenly ceased to exist anymore
I notice a neglection of the 294 in that poem.
Seeing as it's been left out, 'Ode to 294';There once was a bus called the 294
A Leyland National with a wooden floor
Bench style seating was home to a teen
Often mistaken as the school canteen
The fumes at the back led to several complaints
Never mind the amount of faints
Nonetheless at the end of the day
The 294 was the best way
