Hughes' Poem
It's Hughes' turn
Ed: She doesn't own us. Word.
Me: What word?
Ed: Oo
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"Next is Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes," said the Fuhrer.
"Uh oh," chorused Ed, Al, Roy, and Riza.
Hughes went up to the mic and this is his first poem:
Little baby girl,
Elysia's her name,
If anything happened to her,
I'd have myself to blame,
She's so cute and precious,
She has a small red trike,
She follows me around,
In all ways I like,
I want to pick her up,
And hold her in my arms,
And to teach her that,
There's no cause for alarm
The room snapped and there were these reactions from our table of heroes,
From Ed: "I knew it."
From Al: "Oh no…"
From Roy: "Heh."
From Riza: "sigh"
Hughes took a deep breath and rectied his next poem:
I have a best friend,
His name is Colonel Roy,
He is always somebody,
That I can count on to annoy,
We have been to Hell and back,
And you stood by my side,
During the war in Ishbal,
When everyone was getting fried,
And now I say to you,
My best buddy, pal, and friend,
Know that I will be by your side,
Till the very very end
Everyone sat there, amazed that he didn't tell another poem about his daughter, and started to snap. Roy, however, excuse himself to the bathroom, muttering something about Hughes. He came back a few minutes later, just in time to hear King Bradley speak again.
"Well. That was quite nice," said the Fuher. "Our next poet will be…"
Me: CLIFFHANGER!
Roy: No it's not. You just don't know who to write about.
Me: Yes I do…but some ideas might help.
Roy: Yeah…sure.
Everytime you don't review, I punch Roy in the face. Save Roy's face. Review.
Roy: Hey!
