Fangirl Poetry: Ode to Jamie Fraser

Please don’t move, sit right where you’ve sat,

Kick off your boots and untie that cravat


‘Cause I’m dropping a beat ’bout that man among men,

That Highland Hottie, James Fraser, ya’ ken?


For, thanks to his curls and those breeches so tight,

I can’t sleep a wink and I can’t eat a bite

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He keeps it so tight, he might rupture a tendon,

He’s the world’s most spectacular Fraser, after Brendan

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Not to be crass, and not to be crude,

But some people should never NOT be nude

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And though it’s easy to get lost in that Scottish lilt,

He’s a person, so much more than what’s under his kilt


He can do all sorts to earn the love of a wench,

Like say, “Hey girl” in Greek and French


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When presented with one so sexy and bold,

One feels compelled to seek out a shower that’s cold


And though my love for Jamie is pure,

Our courtship will surely be rated “M” for Mature

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For roses are red, and the Highlands aren’t flat,

So you can bet I’d take a bite outta that


Whitney Weldon