There has been a travesty this day
that one young man shoulds't go and say
"Aye, over yonder lies one big glute."
when he certainly knew it did not suit
the glute that he had seen that day.

His mistaken heart-breakin slip of the tongue
was doomed without chance to be ever undone.
For a glute that is nicer than Courtney Cox's
and forever more lovely than Goldilock's
was accused of weighing a massive ton.

What a horrible, wretched, distasteful err
that a man could so flippantly without a care
dare to impose on this cute little hiney
that it had a quality other than tiny.
Such a statement could not be further than fair.

For he spoke far too quick 'bout this glorious glute
and shattered his character, the great big galoot.
He did not know what he was talking about,
for this beautiful maiden was so far from stout.
She was thin and impressive, attractive and cute
Skinny, and eye-catching, and sexy to boot.

When the man realized his horrid mistake,
he reached out to catch her heart as it break.
For this one thoughtless blunder he hoped she'd forgive,
for he'd try not to repeat it as long as he lived,
her love to drink of and her steak to partake.