Far Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Far from years, forever despairs
That awful, crazy Bulker’s hairs.
Far’s (as) they go, forever part pairs
To catch the flies in fin airs.
Far’s in fin airs, Bulker despairs
He grabs limes in thick hairs.
Off with limes, off to lair
Now thick hairs in part despair.