Back and forth 
Battered ball flys 
Launched from a cheap
Plywood bat 
Expected eyes follow on
Full of hope, crying
For their own

Players tense
As ball sails low
From left to right
To and fro
Loosening only when
It goes fast off the
Other side of the table

This is much more
Than just a game
This is wrong and right
Black and white
This is who to blame
When the real game
Goes to ****.