Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: I apologize, but I just CANNOT write that chapter in Spitfire. I'm about half-way done with it, but I honestly cannot finish it. I am working on it though, and expect to have it up by next week. SO SORRY! But in the meantime, here's some more stupid poems. Winry, as requested.
Winry's poem
I love shiny wrenches!
And sitting all day on oily workbenches!
Screwdrivers!
Nuts!
Bolts!
I can't get enough of mechanics!
I'll never tire of these antics!
Oil!
Grease!
Metal!
It's all so shiny!
It's all so fine-E!
Pulleys!
Wires!
Hammers!
Anything metallic!
Anything bright and slick!
I just love it all!
EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!
Huh? No, I'm not crazy.
I'm just being me!
A/N: Yep. I hate Winry. I'm sorry. She just annoys me. But I love my reviewers. So, anything in the name of reviewers!
