HOLLOW
Down in central Georgia, way back in the hollow
There's a certain path you don't want to follow
For if should choose to dare to go in
You may never come out again
That's where the Hardy clan make their abode
Somewhere down this winding road
It's been said that they shoot folks for sport
But never been arrested nor tried in court
Folks are afraid to even go near
Tales of the Hardy clan fill them with fear
Not less than twenty have been so bold
They all are still missing, or so it is told
Back in the hollow there's lots of unknown
Not just the Hardy clan chill to the bone
There's Rupert McEvers, who murdered his kin
Then took to the hollow unafraid to go in
The Hardy clan even steered clear of McEvers
He's mean as a snake and gives one the shivers
But if you feel like you can go in the Hollow
Don't expect me to be one to follow
'Cause either Rupert or the Hardy clan will know
The moment you made the decision to go
And you may think you're bold enough to go in
But never be seen or heard of again
11 June 2018
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Categories:
mcevers, fear,
Form: Rhyme