221 • Loris Farewell
Farewell to my loris, Louise,
Who loved to curl up on my knees.
She felt like a friend
Till she forced me to spend
Such a fortune in medical fees.
In a civilised society, such as we nominally aspire to, a true friendship would endure even as the associated medical bills began to pile up. In trans-species relationships, however, this aspirational principle appears to be tainted by a culpable, chauvinistic parsimony.
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Alas poor Loris, I knew her!
Yes, indeed. A strepsirrhine of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
Rick