There are two halos sitting side by side, up on the shelf.

Mine's in need of a polish and I'll do it by myself.

Yes, my halo needs a polish, it's looking rather grim.

I think I need the Brasso, I'll go and fetch the tin.

I scrub and rub and polish, I've left it far too long.

Must be because of all the things that I have done so wrong.

Halos are affected by bad things we do and say,

So I'm making the extra effort to polish my halo, today.

Life is never easy, at least not so for me.

All this rubbing is exhausting, I need a cup of tea.

I look at my halo more closely and such a surprise I find.

This dirty halo is yours, my love, the spotless one is mine!

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Purely fictitious!  I have not earned my halo yet!  Ha, ha.

AND my husband's halo would be shinier than mine!