Ping Pong

Little ping pong ball
back and forth you go
bouncing over table net
on your way to "pro."

Poor little white ball
hit with a paddle
once two players start,
it's on with the battle.

It leaped off the table
rolled under the couch
bouncing here and there
I hit my head, "Ouch!"

Now the game is over
there's no right or wrong,
til next time they play
the game of Ping Pong.



Poetry by Ladypirate(10yrs old)
Read 644 times
Written on 2007-03-29 at 16:17

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Individuality
a fun poem, brought a smile to my face. i tried playing ping-pong years ago but discovered i was rubbish at it :)
2007-03-29