Frozen in Thyme (a SoC poem)

My latest rhyme

has been frozen

in Thyme;

Cryogenically stored,

encapsulated in a herb coating,

and placed within

a mislead-lined container

five miles underground,

beneath a computer desk

that has seen neither Hyde nor Hare

of any literary figures

since the day it was constructed.

If you’d like to read it,

it’s best that you seek it there.

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