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Let me tilt my top hat,
And put on a smile,
Let me courtesy and bow...
“Name’s Charlie”
“Welcome to my desire factory!”
Let your own mind illuminate
Rest of the journey,
Chocolates are obsolete,
My factory now reads
Your deepest desires!
So what you wish is what you get,
So follow the purple road,
Through pink fountains,
Dotted along by red plantains,
Those dwarfs in green point the way,
To destination ‘sanctum ignorum’!
Here you will find a masterpiece.
A decorated mirror gilded in gold,
There are no machines or gadgets!
just that mirror, that makes
whatever is your deepest desire!
If you are bereft of reason,
slave to desires, guided by ignorance,
deaf to wisdom, blinded by greed, 
my mirror will give you all you need!
Stand in front of the mirror, just wish!
From your dream car to a tasty dish,
Clap your hand,reach out to touch,
All worldly objects will materialise,
Take your stuff and pay at the gate!
Our currency? please note: 
is no longer money!!!
But we only charge you that 
you may no longer need 
for your worldly deeds. 
Pay us in morals, it is well valued,
if you have saved any,
You can also exchange your compassion and love!
special offer today for a kind heart, 
just leave it at the gate and pick up
Your want!
This strange world feeds
our new factory,
where we simply collect 
your innate sweetness,
And give you what you greed!
“Let me Welcome you all 
to the new Willy Wonka factory!!”

Written 18/05/2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger 
1st placement
Contest: Willy Wonka Is Not Here so 
what’s my factory going to make?

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