In faith Sportsnet I do not listen with mine ears,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that gets relentlessly ground gears,
Which, in despite of view, resists getting smoked.
Nor are mine eyes with thy Jet's fate delighted;
My hockey feelings are flayed with thy blades’ hone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any frozen ice feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from hoping for thee,
Who holds unbroken the likeness of a man,
Thy misfortunes’ slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my foul mood thus far I count my gain,
Oh ye that guides my fate, awards me pain.