Hair Spray Heaven
a little story
Of the actual events
How one angel met with glory
At the cost of ninety-cents.
We all call her; "Angel Betty"
Since her maker she's now met
Her demise was "lookin' pretty"
And the killer ~ AQUA-NET.
Betty's life was surely pampered
But consumed by vanity
And her health severely hampered
By that "me" philosophy.
Captivated with her mirror
Betty languished everyday
But her death was drawing nearer
Every time she used hair spray.
Betty's hair, her true obsession
She would curl, comb, and re-spray
And as legend tells ~ confession
Of addiction to that spray.
Well, "Miss Betty" was good lookin'
And at times seemed self absorbed
Spent more time on her than cookin'
But, she deeply loved her Lord.
You see, as tale tells it . . .
All those hours with that mirror
She would talk to God,
And things would look much clearer.
So, one day as heaven looked down
And "Miss Betty" wouldn't talk
Her mirror only showed a frown
That's when they checked their clock.
our "Miss Betty"
Looking lovely as each day
Was sent some stylish wings for free
By one last mist of spray.
~ You See ~
All those many years inhalin'
Fumes from aerosol hair spray
Got "Miss Betty's'" health to failin'
As she primped her curls each day.
with all those "warnings"
From cigarettes ~ to booze
Sometimes fixin' hair in mornings
Can cause "eternel snooze."
This story really happened
And her true name not revealed
Just felt the need to share my friend
So your fate won't be sealed .
Our town sure misses "Betty"
But know we'll meet again
And we're sure she's still as pretty
Up in that "Hair Spray Heaven"
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