Monday 6 November 2017

Ping pong ball (poem)



I was playing with a ball,
A ping pong ball,
It bounced outta my hand.
I jumped and bumped
In grandma's chair,
On sleeping kitty I did land.

The ping pong, though
Which did not care,
Went bouncing through the air.
And when I reached
For the bratty ball,
It just showed all its flair.

It bounced in then
The kitchen, no!
And broke the porcelain.
All cutlery,
Went the same way,
Mum's favourite bowl, insane!

The next stop was
My bedroom, boohoo!
The ball was not in hand.
It broke my watch,
My bedside lamp
And a glass of water too!

I grit my teeth,
and clenched my fist
And said to me -
"If this ball
Breaks one more thing,
I won’t let it go scot-free!"

But suddenly,
I heard no noise,
And went to check all aroun’
There was the ball,
The ping pong ball,
Tired and lifeless, fallen down.

~  Anoushka Sabnis

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