Psychotherapy in the Time of Covid

Yesterday's four-o'clock Doxy.me session was rescheduled to this morning,

but my therapist cancelled again because of their childcare problems.
This is psychotherapy in the time of covid.

My desertion signal fires with little warning,
as my psychotherapist well knows (me from Adam).
My rescheduled psychotherapy session was canceled this morning.

(Trying not to remember the other poems with this rhyme scheme.)
My psychotherapist knows quite a lot about Adam.
This is psychotherapy in the time of covid,

so it's safe keep my real personality well-hid
and just answer to the name of Adam.
But Adam’s rescheduled psychotherapy session was cancelled this morning

and rescheduled again to Tuesday at 2:00 as usual—exactly a week from the time it was rescheduled
from. When we do meet, I’ll attend as Aladdin's
lamp for my psychotherapy session in this time of covid.

I’ll rub the lamp’s tummy to release the genie,
trying my best to mix up Eve and Adam.
My psychotherapy session had to be rescheduled this morning.
This is psychotherapy in the time of covid.