Poor Edward Elric
So puny and small
He tried and he tried
But he couldn't grow tall
He tried stretching and eating
And even exercised
But the over-exertion
Would be his demise
Then one day Al came,
Such a bright little fellow,
Holding some milk
In a glass colored yellow
He gave Ed the milk
"It doesn't hurt to try"
But Ed thrust the cup back
Yelling, "I'd rather die!"
So Al disappeared
Rather hurt by Ed's shouting
And left the milk on the counter
Next to Ed pouting
The eldest Elric brother
Tried to ignore
The milk he so desperately
Wished to spill on the floor
But something inside him
Just couldn't do it
Ed was curious
And he very well knew it
Slowly, so slowly
He reached for the cup
Just thinking of milk
Made him want to throw up
With a deep breath
And an exaggerated sigh
Ed chugged down the milk
And tried not to cry
As the vomit-ous liquid
Pained his throat like a sore
It was his last cup of milk!
He would have no more!
But despite all his protests
His complaints and his cries
Something happened that night
Ed just couldn't deny
Upon waking up
As the sun was rising
Ed looked in the mirror
And saw something surprising
It was near to impossible!
A miracle! A dream!
Ed had grown taller!
Or so it would seem
At least half an inch
In one, single night!
The logical reason
Made Ed's head light
He looked to the cup
Still sitting there empty
A thin milk line trimmed it
To show there had been plenty
To at least show a difference
In one's health and their growth
But if that was the answer
Ed would never really know
"It's just a coincidence…"
He hoped to himself
Before washing the cup
And returning it to the shelf
No matter coincidence
Or a serving of good ol' cow glory
Ed was happier than ever
And would always tell his story
Of his sweet victory, his triumph of height
A feat Edward would always hold dear
Of how he grew half an inch in one night
Rather than waiting an entire year