Disclaimer: I STILL do not own it!

A/N: Hi! This poem is a of a rather--sensitive--topic, at least if that is how you view it. But I think it's funny. So read it.

Lust's Bust

A poem by Lust

Hello, my name is Lust

I have few problems with my appearance--

But I hate my huge bust!

I never wanted it in the first place

It always seems to be the only thing people remember

Most don't even glance at my face!

The men never listen to me

They only stare with wide eyes

I swear it's the only thing they see!

My fellow homnoculi tease me about it

I've heard their jokes a hundred times

I get it already, dangit!

I would change it if I could

Maybe when I get the Philosopher's Stone

I'll do something about it—that sounds good.

What? You say I should wear a less-revealing dress?

Oh my, listen to that.

Somebody's just jealous, I guess!

A/N: See? That was an--interesting--topic. Review! I'm still open for suggestions! Heck, I NEED suggestions! So tell me the character I should do, and if you're feeling really generous, perhaps you could even give me a topic? I'm afraid my well of inspiration for these poems has run dry. Please help!