To you , My lovely girlfriend

Everyday I wake up to your face
With no make up or grace.
I can feel that my left arm is dead
Because of your bulbous head.
You're like the junk mail in my trash can
Like an old handle less frying pan
What are you doing in my life I often wonder
Why do I have to waste my time again over ponder
Why is leaving the toilet seat down not alright ?
Is it because you wear your bra all the time that makes you uptight ?
I don't know where your cat went
Believe me if I'd known I would have gone too
I thought that I hated you
But that's when I spoke to your mom
Her high pitched shrill and her beautiful face
Takes me to that most special place
Where I wish her parents would've never met
What is she doing in my life I often wonder
Why do I have to waste my time again over ponder .