a real sight for sore eyes. I hope you get a bang outta this old story

Thirteen

Normally he wouldn’t choose this lonely shaded road way,
But he had promised himself to try it on some short work day

He’d been told to check it out this old Mental Home in town,
Well it was kinda disappointing, but he could look around,

The wall was high and solid , There’s not much to see,
But look! There’s a peep hole in that wall just plain as could be,

But what’s that moaning sound from inside that solid wall, ,
Sounds like someone counting, yes he heard it all,

Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen, What’s going on in here?
Over and over that moaning count sounding oh so near,

He had to see what he could ; maybe that peep hole site,
To get a look he strained his eyes with all his might,

The moaning count continued then light brought a little hope,
Suddenly his eye was blinded with a squirt of water and soap,

Then wild Hysterical laughter came loudly over the wall,
And that moaning count began again, before he could see at all,

That crazy high pitched laughter was loud but in between ,
You could hear that mourning counter saying,
Fourteen,---- Fourteen,---- Fourteen!