an Abecedarian poem by Jesse Betts

Aang is Airbender, Avatar
but who is this "Ong" and why is he masqueradin'?
Can't waterbend? Can't play? well, they got the nostrils right.

Don't know if you remember--
edge of my seat--as the
face-stealing spirit Koh told of the

great plan to kill yin and push
Heist him from his hole and
in a flourish, Zhao. fry. him. whole.

Justice is Aang-big-blue-Ocean-Spirit-fish, pulling Zhao
killing Zhao in big blue Ocean Spirit fish fist
Lungs squeezed shut

Maybe M.
Night thought it inconsequential
"Ok the fish-thingy is weird...let's cut,

paste something in it's place." A tidal wave that goes nowhere. How
quaint, Zhao and M. Night have stuff in common
Rude, rudimentary overstepping of boundaries and the

spirits are angry.
tsk tsk. Take my advice M. Night and retire before
u suck water. The wave was a

Very climatic moment following
weird exposition, nonexistent rising action, and then a sad denouement
xpands from there. Oh, and oh

yah,
Zuko's a wussie.