That hard work is simply the refuge of
People who have nothing whatever to
Do, opined Wilde’s remarkable rocket.
Let’s invent some hard work for us to do,
Then, to not end up neglected and spent,
One arrogant gout of sparks paled by sun.
Let’s work through our library to find
The last name in each bibliography,
So that we can compile them all and make
A bibliography wholly of Z.
Then let’s find each of those sources in Z,
And read them all carefully, and compose
An exceptional new scholarly work,
A monument, a ziggurat of Z.
We’ll prove we’re good and have something to do.