Sex Poetry for British Actors

[misscam]

(If you're wondering what the hell is going on in Cam's LJ today - this is what.)

My poetry skill - the pants. But anyways...

Is it the smiles? Is it the looks?
Is it the accent that hooks?
Our Norwegian girl sure doesn't know
Brit actors just makes her tickle below

There's Chris grinning madly
and gazing oh so sadly
The Doctor now in leather
It all comes together
To make Cam ever randy
Dreaming of Chris as candy

Classic Colin is another
Those sideburns, oh brother
Haughty is the sex
(Even if does Lizzy vex)
And when in the lake he swam
There just was no hope for poor Cam

Now Sean has come into old
and still on him Cam is sold
Maybe it's the damn kilt
Always inviting a head-tilt
Considering what hangs free
Is it big or is it wee?

That Barrie Chris, he's also nice
It must be that smeghead entice
Ever plays he the smug git
And still Cam has to admit
He looks damn fine all oiled up
And pettable, like a pup

Orlando's become a fangirl fancy
And some say a bit of a nancy
Cam doesn't care
Just give her ass bare
Fangirls may make her gag
But all is better with a fantasty shag

David is still new on the list
Cam wonders if she may resist
But armed with kilt and smile and eyes
This Scotsman in a Doctor's guise
Will surely doom her once more
To yet another British actor adore