FMA…Poem Café
I don't own FMA...DUH!
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"Poem café?" Ed asked, looking at the orange flyer in his hands. "For military personnel only? What?"
"Well brother…a personnel is-"
"I KNOW THAT!"
"Wanna head over?"
"Sure. Why not?" asked Ed.
They headed over and saw…well…everyone.
"Fullmetal! Over here!" yelled Roy.
They all sat down and waited for the show to start. After about 10 minutes, Fuhrer President King Bradley came out onto the stage and grabbed the microphone.
"Hello all military officials and welcome to the Poem Café! We will now have people come up and tell poems. First up is…Alphonse Elric."
Al walked up to the stage, grabbed the mic, and here was his poem:
Kitten hiding in the rain,
You should not be in this pain,
Go inside my steel armor,
Sit inside and dry your fur,
Look up now, the sun is out,
You may go, no need to pout,
Walk along the Central Streets,
With your little padded feet,
Find yourself a perfect owner,
Or you may prefer to be a loner,
I sit along and watch you go,
I wish I had a cat you know.
Everyone stared up at Al, quietly, and the room erupted into snaps, except for Ed, who was clapping.
"Fullmetal. You are supposed to snap, not clap," said Roy, taking off his gloves to snap, as to not set the place ablaze.
Crazy: How was that?