Belgrade, grade A beauty!

Let me be your Danube, your

Caerulean ribbon and

Deep blue lover,

I’ll wrap around your

Little finger,

A pretty package for all.

 

Belgrade, grade A peach!

Play pass the parcel with yourself, and

Untie my aching, aqueous limbs,

I’ll be your citadel,

Sat atop your

Splendour,

The best seat in town.

 

Belgrade, grade A sweetheart!

Serbian siren with the acerbic

Wit,

Jump in my time machine, so

I can play Augustus and

Conquer you once

More.