In a game of Ping Pong, it's always a thrill
to watch the little ball go back and forth, until
one player misses and it hits the ground
the other shouts, 'I won that round! '.
But what about Ping, the one who's first to serve
does anyone really pay attention to her nerve?
she stands there ready, with paddle in hand
but all eyes are on Pong, the one in demand.
Ping in Pong, such a funny little rhyme
but let's give Ping her moment to shine
for without her, there'd be no game
no back and forth, no fame to claim.
She serves the ball with all her might
but Pong's reflexes are out of sight
he hits it back with a fierce swing
and Ping runs to catch it, like a puppet on a string.
They go back and forth, the crowd in awe
but Ping can't seem to catch the ball
It bounces off the table, then her head
and suddenly, Ping is lying in bed.
Pong wins the game, but at what cost?
for Ping's head is now completely lost
she's replaced it with a giant saucepan
and now her name is Ping-Pan, the Ping Pong champ.
If I could just get 'into the swing of things' I might find this poem MORE humorous than I first thought it was/is. **** stars. bri : )
Asim, my Japanese wife, a U.S. citizen for years, was just recalling her success playing ping pong in her Japanese high school days. Now she is thinking of playing again; shall I put a pan on her head?
Though it is excluded from official terminology, this name is very popular today. It notably originates from the onomatopoeic sound of the ball that appeared in the Far East in 1884: 'ping' is imitative of the sound of a bat striking a ball...(cont.)
Interesting piece. Humour, yes. Your words go beyond the game. Touches life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is there a story behind this story? ? Is there these days a real 'table tennis' player named Pong and another named Ping? ? Are they (if they exist) Chinese, Japanese, 'American', or...? ?
I think you are tring to read between the lines. Keep guessing MAN.