It happened in Boston one sticky hot night
A shot in Fenway under stadium light
The guy at the plate was Gentleman Ted
Late as games go…it wasn’t that late
No score in the sixth, then the Sox went ahead
Ted creamed a high fly lofter to deep left centerfield
Two fielders scrambled eying his smash
The fans in the stands were certainly lit
He rounded one base then rounded three more
Back at home the concourse still roared
Cheering the run upping the score
As everyone rose in pure disbelief
The announcer exclaiming…
“The ball refuses to fall
Above the Green Monster,
It hangs high above!”
It must be a stunt, a prank, or a fluke
“Some say…it’s Malarky as simple as that!”
“But how does gravity allow such a stat?”
“All that goes up must surely come down”
There was such a commotion - a ghastly delay
The umpires agreed to finish the game some other day
Soon headlines erupted in Beantown it read
“Leather and Stitches Stall Once and For All
-The Ball Refuses to Fall!”
By, Lois Lane - the Boston Globe
Mass speculation, mass spectators too
Scientists flock to settle the stew
Sure, as shooting that ball rests in mid air
Like an unmoving globe in Earth’s atmosphere
But its orbit has halted somehow
As a relic you really ought to see now
That froze into history, as…
“The Ball That refuses to Fall!”
When winter comes it coats in snow
The spring rain rinses it clean
Some folks say it’s a perfect perch
For birds to pause and preen
It will not budge in the nastiest winds
The darndest puzzle unsolved
Pot shots may wish to shoot it
But why make a fuss or that call
Just let it remain as a known mystery
The Ball Refuses to Fall