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?
