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Logan Robertson Sep 2019
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
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
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
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
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.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
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.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
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.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
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

Tweet.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
At the end of the bar, Sally sat
Eyeing the mice like a big bad cat
Her lone eyes beckoned like cheese
Drawing a catch to her knees
Fortuitously she caught a rat

Logan Robertson

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

Sigh.
A B Faniki Jul 2019
There once was a girl who was sad
she wear what is black so to hide
when summer is here the dress,
it calls heat that drenches
these cloth in summer will have her mad.
Limerick about summet cloth. 7/20/2019
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