You put me in your hand,
bring me to your mouth,
inside i go,
there is no way out,
you begin to chew,
you start to munch and crunch,
i become smaller pieces,
now i'm mashed and crushed, .
here comes saliva,
it makes me more small,
almost ready for the esophogus,
now i'm dissolved.
I start to slip,
here i go,
my next trip,
is down the throat.
it's dark and round,
i like the outside more than this,
i'm going through a process called,
peristalsis.
I've reached the stomach,
food twists and turns,
i'm a full liquid,
i've been finally churned,
the small intestine,
is where i'm brought,
240 inches,
it's 20 feet long.
curves and turns,
what a headache i'm in,
my final stop,
the large intestine.
the large intestine,
my journey has come to an end,
round and thick,
i come out your other end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This dirty poem has a dirty ending. But true one.