tears for wonka

'twas midnight and i could hardly sleep, still my mind occupied with that wonderful land of green and brown. the beautiful willy wonka's chocolate factory. i felt that at the very moment i was watching it, i was part of his world wanting that golden ticket of the most famous chocolatier of the world. but the more real world was that i was sitting beside my little niece that night watching the green-brown world of willy wonka on a screen. but no, i seemed to be in such reverie- not just like the sweet excitement of my niece or any child when watching anything with colors- it was more than that of a child's awe. it was, in fact, a twenty-year-old's deep enchantment.
as the great chocolatier toured me inside his genius inventions, i've come to slowly witness the stakes of gluttony or selfishness or schemes or pride. in wonka's world, i learned that trully the meek inherits the earth. it was that little boy, charlie, who taught me once again that a heart with the greatest values always wins the race.
how i wish i could properly relay to you the great journey i experienced within the few hours of being there in the wonka's land. i've come to know willy wonka himself as well. a genius eccentric man as he is, his undying principles were carried out with much wit and genuity. for him, the normal way of life like cooking is more important than the promising complete-meal-gum. wonka's happiness is so simple. TO MAKE WONKA BARS. and how could i ever get over with the end scene? willy wonka and his father trully made me cry. but i have no wish to spoil this great great story.
remember, when the time comes that you have in your hands a wonka bar, check for the golden ticket. you've got to meet the great wonka and his chocolate factory workers singing...

Oompa-loompa-doompity-doo!

(Written 18 December 2005. Pic source: pub.tv2.no)