In a good school near the zoo, I looked at a book while I cooked food, then took a spoon from the drawer, stood on the floor by the door, wore a hood made of wool, walked past a pool, felt cool but not a fool, watched the moon rise soon in my room, climbed to the roof in a boot, sat on a stool beside a broom, saw a balloon and a cartoon, smelled a mushroom from the bathroom near the bedroom and classroom, heard a goose, moose, rooster, kangaroo, raccoon, baboon, and cuckoo, then with a boom, poof, woof, and vroom I made a swoop from gloom to doom, admiring something smooth like a brooch, after I hooked my foot on old wood stained like blood