“Congratulations! You’ve won a free trip to Libya.”
“Plenty of walking, but don’t bump your tibia.”
“You must be so smart, so very wise,”
“For you won the coveted First Prize!”
“First Prize is one week, all expenses paid.”
“Second Prize is two weeks, and your body laid,”
“Yes, laid out for internment, in case you are shot!”
“In Libya, they seem to like shooting a lot.”

“Your hotel will have a “round the clock” guard.”
“It is upmarket, with it’s own exercise yard.”
“Food is local, basic but nice,”
“If you’re still hungry, fill up on rice.”

Libya is a large country, on the Mediterranean Sea.
It’s capital, where you’ll be staying, is called Tripoli.
Currently War Lords are having a bit of a tiff.
Best keep out of their way, so you don’t get in a miff.
If you are partial, to wide-open spaces,
Tired of sand on the sea, prefer sand near an oasis?
Change can be had, by changing the bases.
Travel South to the Rebiana Sand Sea,
Plenty of Deserts to seek exploratory.
Libya has many tribes, led by War Lords.
Armed to the teeth with guns and sharp swords.
It’s best to call in, say you’re sick,
Than to venture into a conversation politic.
Best not to plan to tan on a beach, in a bikini.
Especially if it’s the size, teeny weeny.
Much better to cover up in a hijab,
Avoiding giving reason for them to blab.

Benson McGrub said, “I forego my prize”.
“I hear that desert regions can have many flies.”
“And since we already have thousands at home.”
“It seems pointless, further afield to roam.”