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T’was the night before New Year

T’was the night before New Years, soon guests will arrive.

I’ve been cleaning like crazy since ten after five.

The hors d’oeuvres smell delicious, the champagne is on ice.

The party hats and poppers were well worth the price.

As I patiently wait for my friends to appear,

I pace the back and forth shouting, “When will they get here?”

Its now ten o’clock and I’m still all alone.

I’m beginning to wonder why nobody’s shown.

For more than half an hour the food has been cold.

The ice ‘s all but melted, my patients wont hold.

As the New Year approaches, I curse all my chums.

They are not really my friends, those backstabbing bums!

The countdown is now over, my party’s a flop.

I sit alone on my couch drinking warm pop.

On the table by the door, I see a small box.

Jumping quick from the sofa, I slide on my socks.

The Invitations! OH NO! In the box they still sit.

No wonder my friends aren’t here.  I’m such a nit wit!

The Band Geek

With her hair tucked tight underneath her hat,

Her heart pounds as she prepares for combat.

Her pant pleats are sharp as a razor blade.

Her coat neatly pressed to lead the brigade.

Her buttons and shoes are buffed and spit shined.

She wears bright white gloves to look more refined.

A pale complexion and wide blue eyed glare,

Her primed game face says opponents beware.

The black and red colors she wears with pride.

Her school spirit soars as she steps outside.

Once she is dressed to parade block she’s called.

The drumline’s fierce cadence keeps her enthralled.

She marches in line a straight eight by five.

The rhythm she keeps makes her feel alive.

Her mellophone poised above parallel.

The tune that it carries boosts your morale.

In secret, some call her band geek or nerd,

But her confidence still is undeterred.

As the game begins the band takes their seats.

Instruments blare at the rivals retreats.

Throughout the game from the band shell you hear

“Hang on Sloopy” or school battle cry cheer.

The stadium lights fuel her need for fame.

She’d be a star if it weren’t for that game.

Patiently she waits for the quarter’s end

In her heart, she knows why the fans attend.

She feels compassion for the football team,

Since the truth would quell their gridiron dream.

It’s not the sport the fans think is so grand.

It’s the superb score of the marching band.

Laugh if you will, she claims, truth is sublime.

One-day football will be played at halftime.

The Boy Without a Brain

A short story by Theresa, Charles, & Marcella Sinclair.

The morning was like any other day, with the kitchen a mess, mom and dad making breakfast, and the kids waiting impatiently for their pancakes. 6- year-old Charles was thirsty and asked his mother if he could pour his own glass of milk. Charles insisted that he did not need help because he was a “big boy” now. Hearing this, Theresa, his 9-year-old sister, said, “I'll do it for you.” Just as she was about to take his glass, Charles shouted “No! I want to do it myself!” Theresa, being much older than he, snapped back, “You can't! You're too little!” The two siblings continued to argue over who should pour the milk until their mother ordered them to stop fighting and eat their breakfast.

As the family sat quietly eating their buttermilk pancakes, Charles asked his mother again “Mommy may I please pour my own glass of milk?”

She smiled at him and said, “Yes, Charles you may.”

Full of excitement, Charles ran to get his favorite red cup with the crazy straw attached to it and poured his own milk for the first time. After pouring it successfully without spilling it, he rejoined his family at the table to finish eating his breakfast. He asked for butter so that he may spread it on his pancakes, but no one seemed to be listening. Deciding to get it himself, he reached across the table and accidentally knocked over his cup! The milk spilled everywhere; all over Theresa, her breakfast and worst of all, on her favorite doll. Realizing what he had done, Charles began apologizing and tryed to help clean up the mess including Theresa and her doll. Theresa was as mad as a hornet! She began to call him many hurtful names, “ BRAINLESS BOY! Brainless Boy, You would drop your head if it weren't attached! Brainless Boy!”

Charles was upset by her words but his twin sister, Marcella, reassured him that Theresa did not really meant what she said. “She will only be mad at you for a little while. It's okay, we all have accidents”, said Marcella.

Later that evening, the family sat down together to watch The Wizard of Oz. Theresa had favored the part where Dorothy had met the scarecrow and when it came on she exclaimed “Hey Charles, look! It's you!”

Then Theresa started singing along with the song, “If I Only Had a Brain”.

Irritated at his older sister, Charles yelled loudly with tears in his eyes, “I am not the scarecrow!”

Theresa sang louder and louder, “If you only had a brain! If you only had a brain!”

Charles started screaming, “I DO! I do have a brain! ” over and over with tears coming down his cheeks.

Not long after they started arguing, their mother hollered, “Theresa, go to your room, you're done watching the movie!” Mom then went to Charles to comfort him and tell him that he was just as smart as everyone else and that he did indeed have a brain. This comforted him slightly but he was still sad and unsure of whether or not he actually had a brain. He and his teddy went to bed still very upset.

By the next morning, Charles had forgotten all about the milk accident and Theresa's teasing because he was too busy getting ready for his little league baseball game. He was excited, thinking that maybe today would be the day that he would hit a home run. He was so elated that he danced around the living room like he had ants in his pants. Absolutely nothing could make Charles miserable today, not even Theresa's name calling!

Once they arrived at the field, Charles ran to the dugout and the rest of his family took their place in the bleachers. The game started right on time and Charles was the first at bat. He held the bat high, just like his dad had taught him.  The pitcher throws the ball…Charles swings…

“Strike!” yelled the umpire.

The pitcher threw another ball, but this time, Charles smacked the ball far enough to get to first base. Unfortunately, the next two players struck out. “That's okay,” Charles thought to himself, “at least I didn't strike out again! We will do better next time we are up to bat.”

“Change sides,” said Coach John. “Charles, why don’t you pitch this time.” 

Charles knew that his team wasn't exactly winning, but if he could only strike out three players, then the teams would change sides again, giving his own Charles and his teammates another chance at victory. He threw the first ball but the batter missed it by a long shot. Charles was thrilled, and he could hear the crowd going wild. He pitched once more and it was another strike. “This is it the last throw” Charles thought to himself, “I'm doing great! If I can strike out this batter, I’ll be the team hero.”

He threw the ball with all his might towards the batter. Just then, the coach bellowed frantically, distracting Charles. Charles turned his head to see what the fuss was all about when BAM!!! The ball came flying back and smacked Charles square in the face causing him to fall instantly to the ground. He was knocked out cold, like a boxer in a title fight, by the devious baseball that hit his left eye. His eye swelled up fast and turned as purple as a plum. Once everyone had realized what had happened, Charles was rushed to the hospital with his parents, by his side. His siblings went home with their grandparents.

They arrived at the hospital where Charles was taken into a small room. The doctor examined his eye with a strange flashlight that looked like something out of a space movie to the frightened six year old.

“It looks okay, but we will have to give him a CAT scan to make sure he doesn't have a concussion,” said the doctor, “Charles, we are going to take some x-rays of your head and your brain to make sure everything is okay. It is just like getting your picture taken.”

Charles instantly panicked, “Is it going to hurt?”

“No sweetie it will be fine,” said his mom.

Shaking like a leaf on a tree on windy day, Charles exclaimed in an even more terrified voice, “I can't go! The doctor is going to find out!”

His parents were puzzled. “Why, what's wrong Charles, I promise it won't hurt a bit,” said Dad.

Charles replied, “I can't! They can't look in my head!”

Charles’ dad promised that he would get ice cream if he would let the doctor take the picture. Charles knew that he had no choice but to cooperate. If dad was taking him for ice cream, this must be serious.  The nurse took Charles down to the x-ray room in a chair with wheels, which he thought was really cool.  Charles was relieved when the test was over, but still felt anxious. He then asked the doctor if he could see the x-rays.

 The doctor answered, “Of course you can,” putting the film up to the light box. The doctor pointed to Charles’ skull and said that there were no fractures or cracks.  He then pointed to a big blob inside the picture of the skull and said, “There appears to be no problems in the brain area either”.

Charles interrupted, “What does that mean?” he asked in a shaky voice.

“Look right here Charles,” the doctor said pointing to the blob area, “This is your brain! And a mighty fine brain it is.”

Charles quickly jumped off the table and shouted excitedly, “I DO…I DO HAVE A BRAIN!”

Everyone bursted into laughter. The doctor even gave Charles a picture of his brain to take home so that he would always know that he had a brain no matter what his big sister said.

As soon as the family returned home, Charles ran straight up to Theresa's room, held the x-ray up as high as he could and shouted, “I told you I have a brain! Here is the picture to prove it.”

Theresa looked at the picture and said, “Well, it looks like you do have a brain…a really SMALL brain!”

Charles just smiled and said, “It's better to have a small brain, then to have no brain at all” 

Who am I?

This poem was written for this blog to let everyone know who I really am.

By Theresa Sinclair

I think that I am quiet, because I love to read and rhyme.

An impulsive, fun loving risk taker almost all of the time.

I go from one extreme to the other in the blink of an eye.

I put up many different fronts, although I cannot tell you why.

At school, I’m like the other teens just trying to survive the day.

An emotional and demanding girl who likes to get her way.

At times I can be domineering, a gift from my mother I presume.

A self righteous but persuasive being, taught to ask and not assume.

Sociable and charming, with many friends both near and far.

Egocentric and unusual, some may even say bizarre.

My influential nature prompts me to take the lead. 

While my pessimistic ranting, causes my foes to concede.

When my school day’s finally over then the “real me” may appear,

I tend to be self-critical, direct, decisive and yet sincere.

Gregarious in many ways, especially among my peers.

Trusting and observing, still realistic about my fears.

My name is Theresa E. Sinclair, after Great Grandma Crook.

A rare eccentric child who deserves a second look.

I like to think I’m complicated, both a lion and a lamb.

It could take a lifetime to discover who I am.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY POEMS WITHOUT MY WRITTEN CONSENT!

Enemy Fire

By Arthur T. Vallas (my Cousin)
Written for a highschool English class assignment.

Bullets flying past

Enemies moving fast

My eyes are blurry

My Enemies shooting with furry

The night before Halloween

by Theresa Sinclair
Written for an English Class assignment.

T’was the night before Halloween
As I walked through the house.
While sipping my drink
I spilled some on my blouse.

So off to the kitchen

I went for a towel.

When back in the living room

I heard a soft growl.

Silence The Tolling Bells

by Arthur T. Vallas (my cousin)

Ring in all the good and ring out the sorrow.

Remember fondly days gone by

Forget the pain and reasons why.

Ring out your poignant feelings for tomorrow.

Tectonic Plates

by Theresa Sinclair

Sung to the tune of ABC’s or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Written for a school assignment.

A top-o-graphic map creates

Location of the earth’s tectonic plates

Finding earthquakes

Big and small

Volcanoes, and fault lines

Showing them all.

Now we see how they relate

And where not to buy our real-estate.

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For the Love of John & June

By Theresa Elizabeth Sinclair
About the love affair that was Johnny and June Carter Cash. I wrote it because I had just seen the movie "Walk the Line". It was awesome!

Valerie June was only ten

When she captured John’s heart.

He knew that he loved her,

Right from the very start.

To his radio he listened

When he was a child

The love of her music

Would drive young Johnny wild.

Johnny grew up quickly

After his brother died.

Never to recover

No matter how he tried.

Scooby Doo Will Catch You!

by Theresa Sinclair
I helped my little brother write this for an English assignment.


Ghosts, ghouls and goblins
And banshees beware
The mystery machine
Soon will be there

Shaggy and Scooby
Are hot on your tread
With some help from Velma,
Daphne and Fred

Ben Barker's Bad Luck

by Theresa Sinclair
This is all about Sweeney Todd. One of my favorite movies!

The old woman she wonders
About the chimney’s foul smell.
She warns all the patrons
But more meat pies Lovette’s sell.

Have a little poet,
Perhaps a baker or priest.
Mrs. Lovette’s meat pies
Are a tasty meaty feast.

10 reasons why you’re perfect

Random Thoughts by Theresa Sinclair
1. You send me flowers when you screw up in my dreams
2. You call me at 3 in the morning to tell me how much you love me
3. You smell amazing every time I hug you
4. You make me feel pretty when I feel like crap.
5. Your smile is playful and cute.
6. I feel safe and secure when I’m with you
7. You make me laugh
8. You’re always there when I need you
9. You’re my best friend
10. You’re all mine

THE GIFT

by Theresa Sinclair
I wrote this for my mom. Every year on our (me and my siblings) birthdays she describes the events that lead up to the day of our births. The feelings she and my dad felt and how grateful she was for the wonderful gifts that God gave her.  I love this poem!


On a day like today
Not so long ago.
Arrived a small gift
Without wrapping or bow.

It came full of sunshine
To help warm the day.
And glistening moon light
To help brighten the way.

A sprinkle of mischief
Excitement to share
A miracle of life
An answer to our prayer.

It brought with it laughter
And heartfelt content.
A simple expression
Of a moment well spent.

It came filled with wonder
And questions galore.
It brought with it gladness
We’ve never felt before.

This present is special
It came from above.
It was given to us
To cherish and love.

It showed us the meaning
Of life and its worth.
A small piece of heaven
Of our own here on earth.

With two eyes that twinkle,
Ten fingers and toes,
A beautiful smile,
And a cute button nose.

There’s no better present
We know this is true.
For you see little one
That special gift was you

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