No Such Address (The DPD Song)

O DPD, dear DPD,
Why can’t you get my stuff to me?
My house was built in ’53
(or thereabouts): the maps agree
It’s there: why can’t your driver see?
It’s on the right. Or try the G.
P. S. to trek successfully
from there to CV23.

O DPD, sort out your mail,
I click the link to no avail,
The lead is false, a broken trail:
No tracking here, no Holy Grail.
I paid in full and on the nail,
But twice this week an epic fail—
Excuses have grown very stale.
It really is a sorry tale.