Varosha, a big town as you can see,
Or at least big buildings for thee.
There the water is true blue,
And not a person will bother you.
There are no cleaners,
No movie screeners,
No traffic in the way,
And no jaywalkers at play.
No crime or cops.
No handy bus stops.
Not even a Dr. will show.
So don't stub your toe.
And why is this you ask?
It was thanks to a 1974 invasion task.
Everyone fled rather then end up dead,
Or some other kind of dread.
And no one has ever gone back.
For 40 years there has been no flack.
No nothing to bother you.
You could live by water so blue.
You could have your own hotel.
Warning, it may smell.
Might have to get your own boat,
Maybe have to ride a camel or goat,
But it will all be yours.
You could even set up tours.
The buildings may fall on your head.
You may also end up dead.
At least you and the birds,
Could have a few words.
I'm sure there are bugs to.
They'd be good protein for you.
I mean you'd have to eat.
Bugs for a treat.
Maybe some fishing.
So are you sitting there wishing?
Ready to go to Varosha and live?
Everything leaks like a sieve.
At least it is warm.
Good luck weathering any storm.
If you ever wanted to see what the end of the world would look like, go for a Varosha hike. Been over 40 years since anything was done there. Ready to own your very own rotting Varosha lair? Hey, the water is so blue. That has to impress you. If you have a sat phone and can get a dial tone, let the cat know how things go. I think on Varosha I will take a pass. There would be too much to clean for my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.