What's in this book? There are toilets and tissues with mucus and goo; boogers and pimples, heaping piles of poo. There is toe jam and hair wads and all sorts of yuck. There are bugs playing joyfully in their own muck. Some puking, some burping, some things that smell tart; you'll giggle so much that you'll snarf and you'll fart. It's an assortment of icky, a gross point of view. These zany poop poems are the essence of eeew.