Disclaimer: No, I don't own it.

A/N: Here goes another poem, because I had some free time, and God forbid I have free time. (I would have worked on Spitfire, but I have a heinous writer's block on that story.)

'Tis hard to be Alphonse Elric

'Tis hard to be a chunk of armor

True, it is not as easy to come to harm or

To get ran over or ignored.

But the stares get very old

Some of the looks I get are just plain cold!

I have considerable trouble fitting in

'Tis not easy to be made of tin!

I can never walk quietly; I always clank

Those mean kids think I look like a tank

People often confuse me with the Fullmetal Alchemist

(I guess Ed's so short, they just cross him off their list)

But me, I'm as big as a barge

'Tis not easy, being so shiny and large

I mean, how will I ever get a date?

(We all know who'll be marrying Winry; it's fate)

Someday, though, we'll find that stupid stone

And I hope it's before more people call me a cone

By then, maybe more people will see;

'Tis not easy to be me.

A/N: Yep, Al has some self-esteem issues. He is also kind of bitter about the whole stone-thing. Oh well. Do I have to remind you to review, or have you been trained properly yet?