When Ovid had Covid,
he changed,
into a dove that you’d wish to avoid;
devoid of love,
annoyed at the push,
and the shove.
.
He’d bill
and he’d coo,
then he’d write a haiku
dissing the good Gods above.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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