A Poem About Chocolate Gold

What ever goes in the mouth
Has to head due South
The licker is the foods way in
From bowl, kitchen side or bin
It travels across your licker
And down the gullet where it's a tad slicker
Around the bend and over the hump
Making our bellies nice and plump
This is when you feel your best
Waiting for fodder to digest
We lay with our bellies upturned
Whilst inside, it is mangled and churned
Disintegrating into fine mushed food
The next bit is a bit crude
As the vitamins are extracted
From food that has been compacted
It slides on down it's slippery slope
Making miniature bars of scented soap
And out it pops, all controlled
Little packages of Chocolate Gold!