🌕 Verse 1 🌕
PO, a new gig, fresh start,
Something's off, weight on his heart.
Internal stakeholders - power-hungry fools,
Not aligned on value, playing by their rules.
Between themselves they don’t even speak,
Frustrating dev team, every damn week.
An age-old battle, longer than time,
Value lost, all silver - every single dime.
🌕Chorus:🌕
The scales shifted under the moon’s cold light,
Transformed, they’ve told their PO what’s right.
"How" - their last ritual, a fight to survive,
(Spoken Word) “Call on real Users - make us thrive."
🌕 Verse 2: 🌕
Four-week sprints, devs holding the line,
Stakeholder screamed, "That deadline's mine!"
PO’s spirit drained, that Jerk pissed everyone off,
He had enough, complained to the team and scoffed.
“Come to Sprint Planning Part 3,” Devs said with a grin,
“First Why, then What - then our How - real value within.”
They began late - full moon high, shadows long and thin,
PO joined, listened, transformation began.
🌕 Chorus: 🌕
The scales shifted under the moon’s cold light,
Transformed, they’ve told the PO what’s right.
"How" was their own ritual, a fight to survive,
(Spoken Word) “Call on real Users - make us thrive."
🌕 Bridge: 🌕
Transformed by the moon, saw the light,
Talk to users, customers, they don’t bark and bite.
No games, no internal wars,
United they howled, remote but still indoors.
🌕 Verse 3: 🌕
He talked to users, they know what’s right.
Churn’s finally over, no more endless nights,
Stakeholders confronted, priorities aligned,
End parallel workload, clear focused minds.
Sprint Planning Part 3, dawn of a new day,
Team Edward's lost, vampires fade away.
🌕 Outro: 🌕
Clean up the blood, time to cheer,
Eternal fight is done, future’s clear.
No power trips, no endless doom,
Team Jacob, users, under full moon.
Transformed
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