Hook

I strolled off into Hook, 

To take a wee look, 

Browsed through the shops,

And bought a new book.

The bus home I took,

Put my lunch on to cook,

Grabbed a small pillow,

To read in the nook.

It told of a crook,

And a policeman he strook,

So down at the station,

In a cell he was stook.

But then my room shook,

Aflame was my chook!

Called out the brigade,

Too late, ah, fook.