Disclaimer: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and all associated characters do not belong to me.

This was just a quirky idea that popped into my head earlier today, so I thought that I might as well go with it. I was pondering with the idea of Willy not dying for a long time, and Charlie not being entirely happy about that prospect.

The ages mentioned are based on my own age assumptions; I'm going with Charlie being ten at the time of the Golden Ticket Contest, and Willy being thirty-five.

Like I said, this is a bit odd.

Enjoy!

You've been my mentor for many years,

And you're really a great guy.

You respect me more than all your peers,

But Willy Wonka, why won't you die??

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You're ninety five years old this week,

And I'm closer to seventy each day.

I feel I've waited long enough to speak,

So Willy, please go away.

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It's true that I'm in control of everything,

I have been since I hit thirty.

But why must you linger in every wing,

Making sure I don't create anything too dirty?

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You taught me well, so please don't fear.

I do know what I'm doing.

But you really are acting queer,

With all this nonsense that you are spewing!

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It's been fifty-nine years since I matured,

I think I'll be okay.

Your candy and factory are secured,

So why don't you "leave," per se.

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When I first met you, your hair was dark,

But now you have to dye it.

Your face is wrinkled, white and stark,

Your peculiar eyes aren't always lit.

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The Oompa Loompas are close to tears,

And I'm not far behind.

Although I do hold you dear,

This puts me in a bind.

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You're always haunting every room,

Making your presence known.

Like a bubbly herald of doom,

Your presence here has grown.

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When I inherited your factory,

I thought you'd eventually be gone.

Instead you run about errantly,

Changing recipes like I'm some pawn.

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My own life is nearing its end,

While you are still alive.

I'll say this only once, dear friend,

I'm the one who should survive.

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For tell me, are you happy,

Living like a madman?

To me it seems pretty crappy,

Something that you didn't plan.

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You've driven me to wit's end,

You wacky, mad old man.

I doubt your mind will ever mend,

So just kick the bucket (but not me) if you can.

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I've had enough, this is it.

I believe this is goodbye.

I need some space for a bit,

So Willy Wonka, please just die!

Erm, I'm still not sure where this came from, but I'd love some opinions on it!