A Lime Named Rick
pet care can be complicated
I rescued a pet lime and named him Rick.
He didn't bark or hiss but learned one trick.
He had a knack for growing fuzzy brown spots,
Just like a giraffe, all necked in knots.
Sour as a lemon, he was, and he made me oh so sick.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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