Here's a modification of one of his better known sonnets; documenting the current plight of one's favorite soccer team:
Ode to Norwich City
Shall I relegate thee on a
Summer's day?
Thou art so pointless and so
desperate:
Rough winds do shake the
darling buds of May,
And Premier time hath all
too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye
of City fans,
And oft now is their bright
complexion dimmed,
As every loss from win
sometime declines,
By chance, with City's downward
plunge untrimmed:
But thy eternal yo-yo
shall not fade,
Nor gain possession of
that ball thou ow'st,
Nor Ipswich brag thou
wander'st in their shade,
Tho’ thy eternal shots
shall hit the post,
So long as fans can breathe, or fans can
see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.