X F Lacasse Poet Italian Sonnet

Shipped - Mar 8

Where went my package, ordered long ago? 
The app displays delivered, but no proof waits
At the door, nor at the store—no box, no crates, 
Whereto my package? I simply don’t know…

Was it stolen, picked up by some joe schmo?
Or lost in transit, misplaced, dropped, as fate’s 
Great comedy, with mischievous whim dictates? 
Whereto my package? I really don’t know…

This stupid app is just no help, I swear,
The tracking code is gone, the “Contact us”
Is missing, or hiding in some strange place,
Tucked away from consumers unaware. 
Oh! and to what end, all this tedious fuss?
Where is my package? There’s not a damn trace…

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Sara Kendrick November 27, 2025 at 2:57 AM Got that right, sometimes..Sometimes they are delivered with a picture of them, but it will be a place you have no idea where it could be. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Congratulations on your poem being featured on homepage. Way to go. Sara K

Paul Bell March 10, 2025 at 11:40 AM The driver swears he delivered it to you, and your neighbour, and your neighbour's neighbour. Rumours he's wearing your new Nike running shoes are totally false. For some reason, all packages go into the blue bin, and whoever lives in the blue bin signs for it. X F Lacasse March 10, 2025 at 12:45 PM Hahaha yes precisely