A Kings Game

blurs of white flying by
losers emit a mournful cry
a comeback from when they trail
winners give a triumphant yell

the crack of wood against the ball
two champs playing for it all
its not a bat that they do swing
but a paddle doth glory bring

spins and curves flying over the net
win it all game match and set
for this is the true sport of a king
this is the sport that is called ping............ pong

by J.D. Crockett

Comments (2)

I enjoyed your poem...especially the last line. Good.
Vivid imagery... never thought of ping pong this way.... thanks for bringing it to my attention