The first quarter ends
Boss has only three to go
And not much to show
Top lines are lagging
Well below targets with his
Bottom lines sagging
In sheer despair
Boss consults a guru who
Guarantees success
But in the fine print
The Guru's assurance is
Subject to payment
It is a tough call
Boss brushes aside the Guru
And works on his own
Nothing does improve
A panic attack grips him
Boss recalls Guru
Guru raises fees
His payback for the heart burn
Caused by the delay
By mid year figures
Show an impressive pick up
Boss smiles benignly
But the company
Is not convinced, boss is fired
And the Guru hired
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