To Sit In Solemn Silence
in a dull, dark, dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp, shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block.
Does anyone remember this tongue twister from school days? I had to learn and recite this as a part of the English Speaking Board Exams.
Solitude is something many of us have experienced of late, strange times.