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.

Puppy Luver (10 years old)

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ping-pong-3/