Time for some comedy thrown into the mix! Here are Meryl and Millie's poems, found in their offices after they started going after Vash the Stampede. The first one goes to Ms. Pudding!

Pudding Forever! (Millie's POV)

Pudding is so good!
You can think of pudding as many things...
Like the feeling you get when you fall in love;
The person you are in love with;
Your personal hatred that eats at your mind
Inside your heart;
The feeling of warmth you get
When a friend compliments you;
It's a wonderful feeling, this 'pudding'.
Everyone has a bit of pudding inside themselves
And at some point, they discover it;
Either through a good deed,
Or a bad day,
Or just something that happens that you wish never did.
Each and every person feels pudding inside them...
Everyone...
But, no matter how hard you look at it...
Pudding STILL tastes good, no matter how rotten the outside!

Short but sweet, right? Here's Meryl's.

Container (Meryl's POV)

Containers...
A way of keeping things in.
A means of keeping things from escaping.
Jars, books, steel doors;
Whatever you want to use...
Just to hide that thing or things.
But sometimes...
You let the container
Hold your thing
For much too long.
And just when you think that you can't hold on anymore,
When you just want to let it out...
He leaves you.
Then, what do you do?
You've got to let it out,
No matter how painful.
So how do you?
Do you just throw it back in the container,
And keep it there?
Or... do you do something else?
Write a poem;
Teach the young;
Respect your elders?
Is there a trick to these containers?
Is there a way to stop these emotions?
As long as we are human...
I suppose there isn't.
Besides...
Gunracks are the last type of container
I wish to use...
For my emotions, at least.

I'm so glad you guys like my poems! I'm just writing down whatever comes to mind. I'm picking up more ideas, too, so don't expect this file to close anytime soon!