"ode to the inside of her belly"

little curdles here and there,
little curdles everywhere.
all those curdles seem to me
something that only little curdles could be:
warm slimy lumps of questionable smell;
inside her belly they'll continue to dwell
until the time comes for her to sleep,
and that is when out of her belly they'll creep.
out of her belly and up towards her throat,
those odiferous curdles will undoubtedly float.
then up she will rise from her tumultuous slumber-
sprinting off to the toilet,
her bowels full of thunder.