Runny’s Heading Rabits

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!

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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