Oh, Wes!

Fantastic Mr. (clever whisper) Outwitting foes with cunning schemes Deep nostalgia (frames with charisma) Weaving life through the seams With characters so vividly bland Oh, Wes, with your narrative wand On silver screens (vivid dreams) You paint the world with colors bright Take my eyes (captivated) I'll watch them through the night Only you craft tales so grand Oh, Wes, with whimsy in your hand Through symmetrical scenes (meticulous dreams) You orchestrate a dance so light In pastel skies (mesmerized) Adrift till morning light Each frame a piece of art so planned Oh, Wes, in your quirky wonderland Grand Budapest (hotel quests) A concierge with charm so vast Foxes smart (tenants past) In tales that will forever last Moonrise Kingdom's youthful band Oh, Wes, through your lens we understand Isle of Dogs (pup's monologues) Through their barks and silent nods Quaint adventures (unfurled maps) Where the quirky meets the gods You bring life to the still, the bland Oh, Wes, with your storyboarding hand In trains and tents (whimsy's scents) Explorers roam with heart's consent Darjeeling's track (never back) Their bonds in journey's sweet ferment With family as odd as grand Oh, Wes, in your crafted storytelling land