🇧🇦🤲 za bosanski emirat

Average northwestern Greek “Albanian”

In a land not too far away,
Turkey rose to lead the world one day.
Under Erdogan, the watermelon seller,
Their destiny changed like a funny feller.

For Erdogan unveiled a secret new might,
Supercomputers powered by melons, bright!
Melon-powered tech, oh what a notion,
Turkey set off on a wild melon revolution!

But alas, there came a sinister bloke,
A melon-thieving villain, a funny bloke.
Blase, the melon muncher supreme,
Sloorped up the melons, oh what a scheme!

With every sloorp, Turkey's power did wane,
Melons vanished, causing Turks pain.
Erdogan's supercomputers, left high and dry,
Without melon fuel, they could not fly.

The Turkish people, in sorrow and strife,
Plunged into a civil war, a melon-fueled life.
But Blase, the sloorping menace of might,
Devoured melons day and night.

As the war raged on, Turks got stuck,
Their melons vanished, they were out of luck.
Blase laughed and sloorped with all his might,
As Turkey fell in a melon-less fight.

Blase, the melon muncher, claimed the crown,
The war was over, Turks were down.
He slurped up melons, he slurped up men,
Turkey's fate sealed, it was time to zen.

And so, dear friend, this tale is done,
Of Turkey's rise and fall, all in fun.
Remember, melons may be sweet and divine,
But in wars and power, they won't always shine.