Özel finally finds his new party, calls it a shirt of fire,
CHP self-divides again, imagining its votes will go higher.
Cyprus “intervention” turns 52, and nothing's resolved,
just more speeches thanking martyrs no one's absolved.
Haluk Levent says the gold was a loan,
Half his contact list got morning summonses of their own.
Say hello to Haluk, get a case file of your own making,
Ahbap's now less a foundation than police’s friendship-tracing.
Gümrükçü, dashingly tells Atlantic Council, 'this time we feel closer'
on F-35s, on S-400s, on hopes growing bolder.
Charles wanders a Cambridge mosque, calls the visit 'valuable,' while Ankara nods along, delighted to be quotable.
Turkey foots the COP31 bill, $7.7 million paid in kind,
After NATO's billions, this one's a bargain, mind.
And the Ardahan governor, who pedaled off in Lycra,
Is gone by decree before he can say eff ya!
