Hell Betty

Down in the hovel, where shadows play,
A tale of Hell Betty, we shall relay.
No Barbie doll, nor Monroe’s sway,
She walks her lightening path in her way.

No statuesque form, nor Hollywood mold,
Full-figured, bold, a spirit untold.
Leathers and hat, her story unfolds,
Her personality fierce and uncontrolled.

Leathers clasp and hat pulled low,
A six-shooter’s gleam a determined glow.
No need for rowels to make her go,
In worn leather boots, she treads the show.

Her laughter echoes through the town,
A symphony of life, a merry sound.
Ink and curse, a colorful crown,
A spirit wild, unbridled, unbound.

Her laughter, a symphony, loud and clear,
If you can’t bear it, then step back, dear.
Immodest and wild, she holds no fear,
A soul untamed, a character sincere.

C Street’s her stage, where eyes all turn,
For Hell Betty’s presence, we all yearn.
With wit and tongue, a fire to burn,
She’s here at the right time, we discern.

In the heart of Nevada’s silvered land,
Lives Hell Betty, with a fiery strand.
A Comstock Canary, still singing strong,
With a reputation that’s danced along.

A good girl’s soul, a wild heart true,
She’s kept her fire, and her sky’s still blue.
Her brother’s guitar still strums the tune,
As Hell Betty dances beneath the moon.

A dip in the trough, a chill October morn,
A tribute to her, a vow to once sworn.
For Hell Betty’s the one our hearts are torn,
A goddess among us, a legend reborn.

For Hell Betty’s fire, a passion to burn,
Double tough, double soft, a lesson to learn.
Born not too late, but here at the right time,
With wit and sharp tongue, a spirit to climb.

In every man, a longing grows,
For a spirit fierce, a heart that glows.
Hell Betty’s essence, a tale that shows,
The power of a woman that only she knows.

So we self-sacrifice, in the hovel, we’ll stay,
To the Goddess of Dreams, homage to pay.
For Hell Betty’s the one, come what may,
In the heart of the West, she’ll forever sway.