Poem

A girl wanted to make a cookie.

Yes, she was a rookie.
She saw a crook take her cookbook.
How could she make one if he took it.
She had a helpful raccoon.
the weather was monsoon.
She ate a mushroom and saw a tycoon.
She asked if he saw a crook take her cookbook.
He said,"No, just a fishhook."
He was moody and not gloomy.
He had a kazoo and put on shampoo.
I had proof that he had a hoof.
Did the crook take wood?
Or did he take driftwood?
The foolish and coolish crook played football.
The crook also wanted to make a cookie,and
decorate it with his footprint and eat it uncooked.
"Gross!" the girl said. She borrowed a cook's book.

And all was because of a really mean crook.

THE END