Strain 121

Strain 121 you’re still alive!
Hell’s cauldron not enough for you
When I think of what all that means
You wouldn’t boil
Neither anywhere of forgotten extreme
How you dare volcanic strength
And ten atmospheres
When we see you hog one millionth of a meter
We pause a thought
Could you think, really?
Are those dangling circular machinations temperament inhibitors?
Why, you couldn’t be bothered with earth warming shouts from Greens
Strain 121
you’re alive at 266 degrees!
We are overjoyed

RC