I'm sure you've heard the story where a young boy's dream came true
Inheriting a factory, and tiny workers, too
But ask yourself, just what would motivate a man to quit
Unless he has some knowledge he's not willing to admit?
Apparently, the price of cocoa beans had hit the roof
And stacks of unpaid bills in Willy's office was the proof
So Charlie made some changes, he decided to get tough
Accused the Oompa-Loompas of not working hard enough.
He started treating them like slaves; he put them all in chains
And warned them that he'd execute the first one who complains
Expected now to toil under punishment of death
'And boys, I'd better not smell any choc'late on your breath…"
Poor old Willy Wonka—don't you dare say HE'S to blame
He snuck out the back door the second he had signed his name
So now he's living in the woods, he's back to eating grubs
At night, you'll see him rummaging through bins behind the pubs.
Ol' Slugworth chose retirement, his acumen acute
He landed in the Azores with a golden parachute
Grandpa caught dementia, started wearing grandma's shawl
Then Charlie caught him whizzing in the choc'late waterfall.
Sales began to plummet worldwide, as you might guess
...And Willy's Wonkavator was the first thing repossessed.
Fourteener? ? [the Form] ............ sounds like the girl i'm dating now. and Chocolate Whiz would be a commercial success ..........................somewhere in outer space. I'm sure of it. Gene Wilder and that old guy i think. i don't remember the movie well, so i can't judge this poem for accuracy. nice one! ! ! tempted to send this one ALSO to MyPoemList, but you then might experience the sensation of your head swelling uncontrollably; we CAN'T HAVE THAT! bri :)
Mister Mayo, on a day that is sunny, You're silly! You're Stupid! You're funny! And what is annoying, I find you're deploying, An effortless style, on-the-money. Now I know why they say, Hold the mayo. (A cheap rhyme) I don't know what to say-o! I thought you a pimple On somebody's dimple But it seems you are here for to stay-o! (I am conserving my really, really, clever dialogue for when you decide to come after me and question my handicap.15) At this time you will undoubtedly storm to center stage, in a panama hat, roll your eyes, and try, furiously, to grow a moustache.
It seems there’s a poet named Wes Who writes with tremendous finesse But when he’s harassed He scribbles so fast The page and the pen coalesce.
I've often wondered why they had those poor Oompa Loompas there... And the contest was just a ruse... FUN poem! I ❤️ Roald Dahl!
I never actually imagined the contest being a ruse. Damn that's good. It's so obvious... Pam- you are brilliant. no joke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then Charlie caught him whizzing in the choc'late waterfall. ........oh, i see now that i already left a comment. what contest? but this tIME I will SEND TO mYpOEMlIST! BRI :)