Everyone loves a good tongue twister. If you were a theatre kid like me, odds are you have an arsenal of them in your back pocket ready to whip out whenever necessary. They’re drilled into your brain whether you like it or not. You will go to your last days unable to get «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 bıg black block» out of your head. It’s in there until your dying days. 

You may be trying your hardest to fall asleep, but all you can hear in your head is «Betty Botter bought some butter, but, she said, this butter’s bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter. So she bought a bit of butter better than her bitter butter and she put it in her batter and it made her batter better.»