Delightful, wistful, meaningful are all words you can't use to describe Louise Etheridge's first book of poems, Slightly Wrong. On the bright side, the book is funny, dark, slightly rude and rather wrong, but in a good way. Slightly Wrong offers a variety of wrongness, including the very lazy six-word 'When in Rome', the inept yet famous 'Vermont Limerick', the autobiographical 'Boobs' and the heroic non-ballad about ferrets, 'The Ballad of Cutlass and Big Red'. Each poem is thoroughly tested on real live people through stand-up and poetry performance, and no-one has died. Yet. Not suitable for children. Heck, no. "She is absurdly brilliant." Sandi Toksvig