I am sitting in the middle
of a whopper of a whale,
where there's scant illumination,
and the air is still and stale.
My monotonous enclosure
is predominantly gray,
and is surely no location
I would choose to spend my day.

There is no one to converse with
in a whale's digestive tract.
I am bored with my surroundings,
and I wish that I had packed.
Without any sort of warning
I was eaten like a bean.
Now I'm stranded in the center
of a living submarine.

I see no way of escaping,
so I'm throwing up my hands,
and unless I'm extricated,
I'm not making any plans.
I'd appreciate suggestions,
simply drop them in the mail.
Just address them to the belly
of this whopper of a whale.