|  Today I have read the poetry on Table Tennis, written by John Nay, A Lover of The Game. This has published in creationscience.net. Here it is:
More Than A Game
You wait for the day, you’re so anxious to play.
The day comes at last and you drive to the club quite fast.
It’s just a game, some would say,
they do not understand, because they do not play.
More than a game, whatever the name.
Whether Ping Pong or Table Tennis, it’s something within us.
We love to compete in what’s more than a game.
Golf and archery just are not the same.
There’s hype in the air as we survey who’s there.
We pick our opponent with forethought and care.
We head for the table to our opponent disable,
with game plan applied, if we are able.
The rally begins with a toss of the ball.
You crouch and you focus and watch the ball fall.
He tops it, you block it!
He loops it, you chop it!
He pushes and drops it.
You slip and you pop it!
Zinging and zaging he dashes and smashes.
You move tward the wall,
and wait for the ball.
The ball ticks the net,
the point he will get!
You’re even more focused, as he serves once again,
the ball ticks the net, this time a let.
You slice and you chop and you block and you drop.
In the heat of the action, there’s much satisfaction
when you hit the shot you shouldn’t have got.
You drive and you smash and you loop and you scoop.
Now you’re in trouble cause you’re just about pooped.
Now you’re at deuce and your not quite as loose.
Add in and add out, it’s quite a bout.
He tosses the ball, the add-in he has,
you’re focused and able,
but the ball caught the edge of the table!!!
He raises his hand to acknowledge the luck.
You smile at him though you know you got stuck.
Now that you lost you access the cost,
perhaps your racket is the why that you lost!
More spin or more speed, pips in or pips out,
it’s so important, you need to find out!
With carbon or balsa, with straight or flare handle.
The opponents you play won’t hold a candle.
You choose your new racket, with new rubbers to boot.
You send in your order with plenty of loot.
You’ll wait and you’ll fret till your new racket comes in.
Then you’ll be ready your matches to win.
We love the game and our opponent to boot.
And it’s not because we think he’s cute.
We care for each other, yes we love one another,
and the “More than a Game”, through which we say, “Brother”.
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