Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the characters.
A/N: I felt bad about the sad one. So here you go!
Sonnet III
Damn that Phlegm
Edward made a horrible nurse that day,
Roy was sick, so that meant no fun at all.
A basin and sponge, Roy his watched hips sway,
they taunted him all the way down the hall.
Roy swallowed his ego and asked "Please Ed?"
while toying mindlessly with the sheet hem.
"No way, Bastard, you're confined to your bed,
no sex until you stop tasting like phlegm."
Out came the pills and Roy's heart filled with dread.
Roy sighed and really did wish he was dead.