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Ping Pong
PLY (July 1996 / East Coast, USA)

Ping Pong

Poem By Puppy Luver (10 years old)

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.

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Comments (3)

Lovely poem that. Beautiful
What Frank said to the 10th power.
Excellent work, P.L....A clever and witty write...Your structure is smooth & flows well..Lot's of potential in that Mind of yours...Keep that pen pumpin', my friend. ~ F.j.R. ~