(With Apologies to both Jen Klingensmith and Robert Frost...)
TWO Product Managers once worked in a Cedar Creek wood,
Not sorry I would eventually be firing both
And being an ignorant ass, long I stood,
And looked upon both as long as I could
To where they once worked in cubes of loath.
When I fired the one, the other took care,
Not knowing, perhaps, the goal of my game.
She spoke the truth, did more than her share,
So easily then we laid her to blame.
I knew she would fire about the same.
For both, that morning they equally lay
In their cubes with boxes still in a stack.
Yet knowing how hard they worked all day,
I knew instantly that I should fire away!
But wondered if either would someday come back...
I shall be telling this with a whine
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two Product Managers once worked in a Cedar Creek wood, and I--
I fired them BOTH, and to my company's failing bottom line,
It has made all of...still no difference.
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But quickly I began to wonder as to whether I should---
Should have fired those two who worked at Cedar Creek Wood.
In my office while daydreaming of my yacht, it became clear what I must do.
I must call number two and beg of her to once again be part of our crew.
This just a single day after my firing of product manager number two.
Wow - I never knew of the poetic talent that was among us. I personally can only write limricks.
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