I would that you my humble sonnet keep Under your bonnet, such that I might turn It into Oriel, for the chance to reap Riches untold! The pounds that I (won't) earn Will make a shallow dent in my huge debt... (Feel free to post the limerick vignette) There once was a lecturer named Chris Who set work for I, physicist But my work is so dire I set it on fire And turned in as recompense this. [Jay Man, Nov 2013]