"Each big below's a beaut'..." Why Giants Get The Girls; or, "He's So Cute!"

Each big below’s a beaut,’ 
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!”