The Lifespan of a Tootsie Pop

A Tootsie Pop, it must be told,
Is sometimes young, and sometimes old
Before it’s finally passed away
Into the tummy, there to stay.

The timing of this, I surmise,
Depends upon the eater’s size.
As big and old kids chomp and chew,
In stanzas’ worth, it would take two

For little ones who lick and stop,
Put down, forget, and leave their Pop,
It will take far more stanzas, see,
To reach the part that’s chocolaty.

But with the average suck, I’d say,
The poem wouldn’t last all day.
The tongue would reach the center core
In stanza, maybe, five—or four.