This is a "boy book," full of gross humor and things that 25 year old women generally aren't amused by. I didn't like Captain Underpants or I Funny, so I did not like this book either. I'm fine with that.

What killed me is that I love poetry, and I love Shel Silverstein, and the first poem was an ode to him, so I was excited. But this book is full of lackluster poetry that rhymes like a fourth grader being graded on his completion of the assignment was forced to write it. I liked the art, and I love the idea of bringing poetry to new audiences. But this isn't the first one I'd hand a child.