Gez Walsh is a writer you will either love or hate. He uses language you hear in the playground or on the school bus, not stuff said by your great-grandparents during the war. And he also talks about subjects which might seem a bit crude to some people.

However, judging from the success of his first book which was written to encourage his dyslexic son to read, more children like his way of writing than hate it.

The beginning of the first poem goes like this:

Remember me
I had a spot on my bum
Which exploded one day
In the face of my mum

This is poetry to make you laugh - you don't have to take it too seriously. Perhaps this particular poem you won't want to read before you've had your breakfast, but the appeal of a short poem like "Mr..." is certainly easier on the stomach.

I think my teacher's a fool
I wish he didn't teach at my school.
He shouts and he rants
Wears green flared pants
And thinks mathematics is cool.

There are loads of imaginative ideas - the horror of seeing mum and dad kissing, disgusting things living in fridges - and also some really clever historically-based poems. The story of King Harold and William the Conqueror, for example, is modernised. They become two present-day bullies called William the Conker and Harold English - brilliant.

There is also an Elvis-impersonating vicar and a visit to hospital because someone's had a dried pea shoved up his nose!