Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“My Talking Letter Mails Story”

Hello, I’m your talking missing postal mail;

You know the one you were expecting from Yale.

I know my arrival time was at least a week ago;

Was in the wrong bin by the postal worker, so…

I went on an exceptionally long, crazy vacation;

Before returning to my final and last destination!

Here is the start of my unexpected trip details;

And on my first train ride, of course, the train, it derails.

We went as far as I thought–maybe to—Mississippi;

Mail flew everywhere; me and other mail got picked up by an old Hippie.

Who took us to the post office so that we could be again on our way.

Before we left, they stamped me hard; it hurt; I wanted to yell so loud, Hey!

After that I was tossed into another big mailbag by the clerk;

Then into another truck, this time the driver’s name is Bert.

Something in Bert’s truck made a loud sound, like a bell;

I tried to figure it out, but for the life of me I couldn’t tell.

All I could figure was it had an irritating chime;

That was so annoying, hearing that noise all the time!

I sure wanted to find, what it was and give it a fling.

Then you would have heard me loud and clear sing!

Bump after bump there was, where was I going to end up next?

If I had fingers, I could use a phone and find out by text.

Must be by a lake; what’s that smell? I heard a boat horn.

We stopped; people were laughing, grabbing me, I was getting torn!

Another stamp, Louisiana this time, this just blew my mind.

Those people were not exceedingly kind.

I know I am only an important letter from the College Yale;

That someone is waiting to get me in their postal mail.

All I ever wanted was to be in Texas giving good news;

To my recipient, who is now singing the blues.

Here I am back in the sack, in a mail truck once again;

Tires were humming away; and so was Ben.

Please truck, don’t fail us now!

Next, I heard a loud ka-pow!

Ben swerved left, then right,

He put up one heck of a fight.

Coming to an abrupt stop, no one was hurt, thank you Lord;

Yet on that accord, I have once again been floored.

So close to my destination, with a mile or so to go,

Ben called for a tow truck; he had to; you know!

I was worried; how will I get there now?

Luckily, the tow truck driver had the fix-it knowledge.

To fix the postal trucks, unexplained, surprise flat tire,

Now, my flaps started flapping, harder and higher.

Ben paid the tow truck driver when he was through;

I was relieved when we began to move; Ben was too.

Away we went again, humming down the road,

Carrying me and the rest of the mail load.

I could hear Ben mumble, “I’m late. I’m finally here.”

If I had eyes, I would have cried many tears.

They took me and everything else out of the truck;

Sorted me carefully, so I wouldn’t get stuck.

I was already tattered, torn, and abused,

They didn’t handle me carefully, I wasn’t amused.

Finally, I’m nearing my proper mailing address;

And there is a girl wearing a beautiful red and white dress.

She opened me with such excitement and vigor;

It reminded me of Ed getting his deer when he pulled the trigger.

I was so happy that I finally made it to my destination,

To feel that enthusiastic sense of satisfaction.

And to see what was hiding inside me from Yale.

Finally delivered with good news through the United States mail.

This ends my vacation and the missing postal letter story.

Who ended in a blaze of grateful glory!