Ping Pong Poem by Puppy Luver (10 years old)
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2026 6:41:49 PM # 1.0.0
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. ~