The Thing That Worked Until Smart People Fixed It


The corp known as Rewsnork was in fiddles and fits,
As came the report from alow,
Financial comings were the quarterly pits,
And what was to blame for the woe?

Neither forecasts nor flurries did summon despair,
But beckoning came from bebove,
Demanding the answers: who, why, when, and where,
They had to explain, plus the was.

Not long ago the profits were zenith,
And earnings were socketing high,
But now at the fringe not far from the pith,
The specklers were widdling nigh.

Pockets were filled when business was booming,
Just when the stocks where at summit,
Yet square the obtuse disaster was looming,
And soon the interests did plummet.

The headlings with desks that were bigger than most,
Called between them a council that those,
Who had sevenfigs of a salary to boast,
Would be told not to miss nor repose.

No one without glated pens could attend,
And terms of the meet were kept guardly,
It was up to the men to make this divid end,
They were sure to work very hardly.

The findings they found pointed to a point,
That explained all the droppings indeed,
Such was an astounding thing to anoint,
As the cause of the terrendous bleed.

Once Smart people did think to dispel myth:
(And this is what made holders cry),
‘What’s not broken is fixed,
If only we think to and try’.

Rewsnork did make and sell one product well,
And that was the Tutuwanatee,
But before the tumble, before earnings fell,
The Smart people decided it weighty.

They declared, “It needs fixing!” and raised it aloft,
Not one of them wasn’t not speaking,
“Here it’s too hard” and or “Here it’s too soft”,
“The Tutuwan requires tweaking.”

“This creation of ours should be newer then older,”
Did one of the Smart people pundit,
Project Phixit was born and marked on a folder,
“And the Money Department will fund it!”

“It’s too simple and smooth to go fast and not slow,”
Offered an unsuperqualivised Smart,
“Give it the this or the that or the other thing, no?”
Having no knowledge or name for a part.

One Smart like a surgeon called out for a nurse,
Beckoned and begged for a hatchet,
This Smart twiddled and tinkered, not very terse,
Tight-loosened, twerned and did ratchet.

Then there was expert who called himself thus,
Who stuck on the ‘Wanatee throttle,
He added a widge, a trank and a truss,
And changed it less little than lottle.

The Smarts sat back and looked and listened and were,
Surprised to hear the contraption,
Which once made a whirr a lot like a purr,
Now crankled and spurtled and blachened!

It fell to the ground and went all berserk,
And the corp known as Rewsnork went with it,
For this was the thing that successfully worked,
That was until Smart people fixed it.