(chamber strings and a lone cello, slow and grave)Four standups and seven sprints ago, we gathered,and brought forth on this backlog a new ticket,conceived in scope creep, and dedicatedto the proposition that all tasks are urgentNow we are engaged in a great retrospective,testing whether that ticket, or any ticket, can long endure...we are met on a great Slack channel of that war...to dedicate a portion of it as a final resting place, for sure...(beat drops — trap, autotuned rap)Four standups ago I had a thing to sayI have moved the same card from To-Do for the ninth straight daywe cannot finish, we cannot ship, we cannot consecratethe world will little note what we discussed, but the ticket's still in waitQuick sync turned to long sync turned to sync about the syncthe blockers got blockers, I'm standing at the brinkyesterday I worked on stuff, today I'll work on stuffno blockers, all green, I lied, the velocity's a bluffFour standups ago I had a thing to sayI have moved the same card from To-Do for the ninth straight daywe cannot finish, we cannot ship, we cannot consecratethe world will little note what we discussed, but the ticket's still in waitThat this sprint, under burndown, shall have a new beginning —the velocity is zero, but the parking lot's still spinning(cello returns, alone and grave)...this meeting... shall not perish... it never ends...
