PING-PONG.

Motueka Star, Volume II, Issue 88, 17 June 1902, Page 4

PING-PONG.

The shades of night/were faflijpg'Tast As through a London suburb passed A youth who wore a wearied took/ ' And muttered as his way he took—--1 , v'' 1 Ping-Pong t

His brow was sad, his eye annoyed; ■_ Flashed like a globe of celluloid; As like a wooden racket rung The accents from his weary tongue — U L Ping-Pong t

In happy homes he saw a blight, Their “household fires” were out of sight* For where the glacial globules shone They’d quite forgot to put coals on— Ping Pong!. “ Try not to serve,” the old man said, “ Dark low’rs a failure on your head ; The chiffonier is yawning wide But still his heavy voice replied— Ping-Pong £

“ Oh stay,” the maiden said, “ and rest “ While for the ball we go make quest.” A glare lit up his frenzied ■eye, “ There’s heaps more left ” was. his reply— Ping-Pong 1 “ Beware the volley mad and rash. “ Beware the awful coming smash !” This was the p’liceman’s last good night A voice replied through the lamplight — Ping-Pong t A traveller prostrate on the ground, Somewhere in Camderi-town was found Still clinging to a racket fast, And wildly murmnring to the last— Ping-Pong l There in the morning cold and gray, Brainless but beautiful he lay ; And fell a voice on him from far, “ Good Lord, what asses some folks are !”' Ping-Pong —C. Bingham, in London Sketch.