Question

Whopper
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 am stranded in the center
Of a living submarine.
I see no way of escaping,
So I'm throwing up my hands,
And unless I am 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.

this is a poem



answer the following question
1. Why is poet bored ?​

Answer 1

Answer:

Where there's scant illumination, And the ... Is predominantly gray, ... I would choose to spend my day.There is no one to converse with. In a whale's digestive tract.

Answer 2

describe the inside of a well stomach as depicted by the poet