a yahoo from his yout.’
Who’d figure femmes
would fall for them?
(Shoo, Cupid, Shoo!
Don’t shoot!)
Yet every one --
each waif, each nun --
enthuses, “Hon,
you’re cute.”
Huge Hagrid’s too hirsute.
His member’s big to boot,
which may explain
why ladies deign
to still maintain,
“He’s cute.”
Tall Titans -- ’tis the trut’ --
boast mugs like Ugli fruit.
But Titanesses?
My best guess is:
they confess, “Is
cute.”
Big Jule’s suits be zoot.
He reeks of cheap cheroot.
Still, mobs of molls
(think:Guys and Dolls)
repeat like polls:
“He’s cute.”
Goliath is a brute,
a boor of poor repute.
Yet female teens
who’re Philistines
scream: “By all means,
he’s cute.”
Paul Bunyan’s one galoot
whose intellect’s minute.
Still, ev’ry squaw
who’s Quebecois
cries, “Ohmygaw!
He cute!”
Gargantua...stute?
He’d nowt outwit a newt.
Yet ladies say,
writes Rabelais,
“Fer sher, monsieur!
Yer cute.”
Each Cyclops follows suit
(my argument’s not moot):
young Grecian girls
toss titian curls
and blurt, “That churl’s
so cute.”
Take Gorm the giant Jute
and son of Harthacnut:
Adored by dames
with Danish names.
Linnea claims,
“So cute.”
One very large Aleut,
whose odor’s most acute,
remains "The L’hOmme”
to chicks from Nome –
he's “hepitome”
of ‘cute.’
But Big Foot takes the loot.
He thwarts man’s hot pursuit.
Whereas most chicks,
from burgs or sticks,
would be his “sweet
patoot."
Yep, ev’ry flooze,
from Flo through Suze
(each one who'd choose
to root…
and they’re a crowd),
repeats out loud,
“So cute! So
cute!
So cute!”
So cute!”
