This is the first poem written for the POPPs table tennis team by our Poet in Residence, Robin Thomas (who also happens to be Team Secretary, Social Secretary, Team Player, Team News Reporter and much else besides). The poem was read out as part of the entertainment at the team’s social evening last Wednesday as reported by Derek.
Ping Pong Rebels
They’re a shower of gits, an urban menace.
These ancient guys who play table tennis.
They’re up to no good, enjoy doing wrong.
Under the destructive influence of the dreaded ping-pong.
Spinning balls, spinning yarns, they talk a good story
Of matches they’ve won, how they’ve achieved glory.
Hammering the old folks, yes they delivered the goods.
Nine-nil against geriatric Old Town Hoods.
They watch coaching clips, it takes over their lives.
They practise all day, don’t talk to their wives.
Spend their cash on bats, steal their wives’ money
Buy the trendiest trainers, track suits by Armani.
They’re computer whiz kids, with a web site to match,
Where fixtures, results and plans you can catch.
You can forget youtube, we have a video clip:
With Derek and Robin on a big ego trip.
Watch them playing, they’re a strange looking bunch.
David’s odd T shirts carry stains from his lunch.
John’s obsessed with pies and with peas.
While Derek’s got dodgy shoulders and knees.
Peter whoops with excitement when hitting a winner.
Terry’s missed matches, he’s a workaholic sinner.
Mieszek’s so broke, he can’t afford pumps.
Has a strange jerky style, full of athletic jumps.
Of course, Alan’s the coach with world-beating skill:
“Go on, forehand smash, go in for the kill.”
Oh, and Robin helps out when the team’s desperate and short.
Secretary, Events Planner, he’s a literary sort.
So, now you have it, these guys are obsessed.
In the long term, they do aspire to be the best!
On a fast learning curve, they are keener than most
Before their fragile bodies start to give up the ghost.
They see this game as a force for world peace.
Hoping Barak Obama will take heed of their pleas.
Sort out world conflicts on the blue table.
Gain a brave new world that’s peaceful and stable.
RT 4.3.09
Thanks to all for continuing to keep the website up-to-date; and particularly to Terry, Derek and Robin.
Like his audience, the latter was imbibing a glass of nourishing liquor whilst declaiming his excellent poem. May we assume, Robin, that, among the many other team roles accurately listed by Terry, you will deign to be the team’s Moet Laureate ?
It was certainly one of those champagne moments that will live long in the memory. Of course, you had to be there to appreciate it. Perhaps we should commission a recording. Robin is an excellent wordsmith and delivered a simliar poem in honour of my 60th birthday. He has even had a poem pubished in a proper publication too!