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
J.D. Crockett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-kings-game/
