Read George Herbert's poem "Love" with every instance of the word love replaced with "Boston Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk." It's so simple, and so bizarre.
It would lend all kinds of new (semi-inappropriate) connotations to the Fisk Pole if we were to reverse the process, however.
(Via John Hodgman's Good Evening. I like him ever so much more when he doesn't blog about politics. It's as if the fervor of his beliefs deprive him of wit.)