Sonnet: The Hot Fox Men of Monday Night

O Jack! I love your small but sturdy frame
your aviator glasses and your vest
The way you growl out everyone's last names
The hero's heart that beats inside your chest

But Michael Scofield doesn't ever shout
For that, and for his oft-doffed shirt of blue
his tattooed skin, his intense frown and pout
I have to say he turns me all to goo

Jack Bauer wrestling Scofield for the crown?
I'd pay good money for a ringside seat
I know that Jack would beat my Scofield down
But I could nurse his wounds and rub his feet.

If Jack yelled less this season I'd be fine
For now I'll keep my Michael Scofield shrine.