Author Sheldon Allan Silverstein Runny lent to the wibrary And there were bundreds of hooks— Bistory hooks, beography gooks, And lots of bory stooks. He looked them over one by one And guess which one he took— A bience scook? A boetry pook? Oh, no ---a bomic cook! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments