Best Ping Poems

If you hear the sound of rat-tat-a-tat
It's not a woodpecker or a chattering cat
Tis George F. Latulence an aristocrat
Playing ping pong with his gold crested bat.

A competitor and show-off he deems to be
Dresses each day in his noble finery
Pantaloons his normal fancy day wear
His ancestry,...

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Was a young girl from Dublin
Decidly fat not thin
Her butt played ping pong
when she wore a thong
watching a three rosary sin...

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Playing Ping-Pong now,
The ball hits the glass- which the 
                    murky pool shines through....

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The crowds heads moved left 
To right- following the ball-
                    'Till it hit the floor....

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                               Silhouettes in black and white
         ...

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Once upon a time when in school
When I was a handsome young fool
OK (Hands up) As a kid
I lied and you know that I did

I was in a poetry class
My eye caught a beautiful lass
She was one pretty but also looked dumb
With nice boobs and...

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PING HAD A DOLLAR BILL

                         Ping had a Dollar bill got from the king Weevil,
      ...

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Crikey! Its already Friday!
So its fish & pumpkin pie day
And they go together
Like Hurricane weather
School Kids call it Breathe & Die day...

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Sitting and waiting in a field full of olives is not a bad way to spend an hour but an hour can be long and long is a length and a length with a leaving leading light is not a dividend, a milestone, or a...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of crumbs. How very entertaining and mystical. Nine senses of the...

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There is a magic zing-- a nice warm cheer
When with eyes, a-twinkling
On soft shoulders, each-clinging
Two hearts attuned, are singing....

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A Game of Ping Pong Poetry 
By Franklin Price
1/12 /2017

Poem
A verse to start the game
That rhymes
With words that sound the same
The tale
About an eye lid wink
And why?
Makes readers stop and think
About ?
What could the reason be?
Answer
To get the smile I see...

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Come on, baby, show me your light
Give me a look into your inner sight
There is a brightness glowing in style
Now baby, I love to see you smile

You drive me a good kind of crazy
Because I know you are my lady
On your love, you make me...

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For My Step Baby Sister, Olayinka Bada

My loving bird, whom I call Ping
Your lovely wing,
Be sure to swing
When to God above we sing
Our adoration songs titled ‘Praise Ring,’
-------for to Him whom we plan to sing,
Heaven and earth, to his side, cling....

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I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players start
To make their last dart
Amidst the reverberation ricocheting off the...

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