Willy Wonka And The Bankruptcy - Poem by Brian Mayo
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.
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