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Sally's eyes followed the bouncing ball
Up and down the rubber hit the wall
Peter patter played swell
Back and forth in the well
When the ball lost its bounce, her eyes bawl

Logan Robertson

10/04/2019
9/9/5/5/9

Sally's the love of my life I never had. So I can only imagine her spell on me.
Boris Johnson is an unfunny clown
when I'm happy he makes me frown
an unelected fool but put in charge
of a country who also suffers Farage
with a UK in Brexit meltdown
A 2 ***** limerick ☺
Sally's heart sings nights of slow romance
Where eyes and tongues are tapered in dance
Kisses, one at a time
Lasting embraces in rhyme
As women's duet, she changed her stance

Logan Robertson

9/20/2019
9/9/6/6/9
Sally's oven is on highest heat
Shaken and baking the meat, a treat
All the trimmings set forth
Her bird's a rising north
The game ****'s glow knocked her off her feet

Logan Robertson

9/19/2019
9/9/6/6/9
Sally sashayed straight to her man's  source
Overhead, their song played on with force
Like jockeys in a saddle
Two lovers rage a battle
That madly left their concourses hoarse

Logan Robertson

9/07/2019
9/9/7/7/9

The newfound fire, passion and happiness adds to the drive.

Note- I'm not sure if the readers picked up on the double meaning of the word choice of overhead. Noted 9/10.  To me, I thought it was witty. And certainly risque.
Sally went shopping for a new car
Her old one lost it's spark, zip and flair
She searched high and, ahem, low
Striking out finding her glow
For now she'll catch a ride at the bar

Logan Robertson

9/06/2019
9/9/7/7/9

Sally lives her life to the fullest.
Sally's nights in highschool wet a dream
She'd open doors for boys on the team
The nights on a carpet rides
Magical the zipper slides
When she awoke, awestruck by the stream

Logan Robertson

9/06/2019
9/9/7/7/9

That first time. The place, time, when, where, who I'll never forget. Twelve at the time, a sleep over at the neighbors. The sleeping bag weathered a storm.
Sally's has a soft spot for bad boys
Those filling her playground with big toys
Like launching rocket missiles
That livens up her whistles  
In to her moon and back, ship ahoys

Logan Robertson

9/05/2019
9/9/7/7/9

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