Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

Cost Time Effort Work Ratios


cost
time
effort

equates to finished neat complete?

efficency is the extent of effort
cost time need to complete
intended tasks purposes replete

equates to a specific purpose ratio relaying capability

the formula asping precise might
be waste wisdom worded ratio tight
reference to required effort waste

equates to the specific application of effort

needed to produce a specific outcome effectively
achieving a minimum amount of produced waste
with least quantity of expense unnecessary effort

equates to efficient effort minimum waste maximum yield

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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Written in May 2014 on the 13.5.2014.
Split image of the poem 'Efficiency Productivity Profit Ratios' by Terence George Craddock.

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