Here’s my silly sonnet, written for a bet during the week-long summer school that forms part of the Open University course A103. When I read it out, I introduced it as a late addition to the canon, of uncertain provenance, which had therefore been tentatively described as

Sonnet 103

To Summer School

Shall I compare thee to a week’s full pay?
Thou art more challenging and much more fun:
Work’s stress may mar our marks at TMA,
And all the background reading is not done:
Sometime too hot the glare of TV shines,
And often causes studious eyes to dim;
And every spouse from fair sometime declines,
By blocks’ and units’ pressing rush made grim;
But summer-school’s lasting lustre shall not fade,
Nor prick the passions that a week did grow;
Nor shall the hangovers be far from aid
When all the lectures by your notes you’ll know:
---So long as students laugh, and share their glee,
---So long lives this, in praise of 103.