These are three friends

These are three friends

You’d be happy to have around.

Pratt, Wilson, and Junior.

Never for a second

Does Wilson lose his syrupy drawl

Or giddy, syncopated ebullience.

“There is no mystery.

There is no twist.

Baby’s belly button is right

Where it’s supposed to be,

On Baby’s stomach,”

Pratt cires. Junior cries.

Wilson makes fun of them.

They are his amigos.

Watching a nature documentary

There is suddenly screaming

“The platypus isn’t the only venomous mammal,”

Wilson and the rest gear up.

The Earth is threatened by the arrival of the abyssals,

From the sea. Every battle was tooth-and-nail.

everyone is miraculously resurrected.

The end. Insert two coins to restart.