Miss Congealed Hostility

“What's past is prologue,” so we’ve heard propounded
by sages, scholars, pedagogues and such.
But prologues of the past leave us confounded
when Mary Sue narrators try their touch,
resulting in an audience astounded
at little learned for which they paid too much:

In flashback, mean elf-children (six in number)
made fun of Girl-like-person’s paper boat
shaped like a swan. Now which is dumb or dumber:
that it would fly away or stay afloat
if stricken by a rock? What could encumber
the other elf-kids’ choice to grin and gloat?

What else but Girl-like-person then attacking
and punching out mean elf-boy for his sin.
And after giving him a decent whacking,
inquiring if his elf-friends wanted in
to get themselves a taste of elf-girl smacking.
If so, then let the butt-kicking begin.

But then an older-Elf-guy’s intervention
(non-threatening, of course, and whispered low)
perplexed the Girl-like-person whose intention
lay solely in demolishing her foe:
by which she meant whoever urged abstention
from violence wherever she would go.

So much for Prologue. Girl-like-person ages
but as a “grown up” Elf no growth displays.
Throughout the centuries she fumes and rages
determined to give weight to what she says.
No person or experience assuages
her lust for vengeance. So she simply slays.

Then Girl-like-person jumps into the ocean
to swim about awhile. Who knows what for?
“Adult” now but propelled by raw emotion,
what could for Girl-like-person lie in store?
Of course! She’ll fall for Sauron! Clever notion:
To trust the one whom she claims to abhor.

Obtuse stupidity like this requires
a writing team unskilled at what they do;
mass marketing by sycophantic choirs;
some eager fans not difficult to screw;
a corporation seller cheating buyers;
an audience locked-down by Covid flu.

It seems an epilogue should be in order
To recapitulate and summarize
what smells and looks like one big pile of ordure:
that Girl-like person hands Sauron his prize
conveying him across the southern border
of Middle Earth, so Evil there may rise.