i carry my midget wife

i carry you midget wife with me (on the account she has no legs and just one arm) unless it is fine weather (then I gaffa tape her to a skateboard, and pull her along by her one arm, which is sadly stunted) i fear her fate (if it wasn't for me, she would still be tethered up at the pet shop where we met) i want no other (for beautiful you are, even with the downy hair that covers you head to stump) and your off coloured skin, from when i painted you orange, when we went to see charlie and the chocolate factory, with you as an ooompa loompa here is the darkest secret nobody knows (yours are the stumps, the stumpiest stumps that i adore, and sometimes i am saddened that you were born with your one arm, even if it is stunted) but three stumps are better than none i carry you midget wife (unless of course it is sunny)