There once was a businessman named Rory,
Whose ventures were far from glory.
His deals always sank,
His pitches were rank,
And his office was three stories gory.
He thought he was quite the go-getter,
But his methods couldn't get much wetter.
He'd schmooze and he'd wine,
Cross every red line,
Till his business card just read "Debtor."
Poor Rory would boast of success,
While his empire crumbled to mess.
With charts upside down,
And wearing a frown,
He'd call bankruptcy "strategic finesse."
So remember old Rory's sad tale,
When your own business plans set sail.
Sometimes it's wise,
To just apologize,
And switch careers to sorting mail.
Whose ventures were far from glory.
His deals always sank,
His pitches were rank,
And his office was three stories gory.
He thought he was quite the go-getter,
But his methods couldn't get much wetter.
He'd schmooze and he'd wine,
Cross every red line,
Till his business card just read "Debtor."
Poor Rory would boast of success,
While his empire crumbled to mess.
With charts upside down,
And wearing a frown,
He'd call bankruptcy "strategic finesse."
So remember old Rory's sad tale,
When your own business plans set sail.
Sometimes it's wise,
To just apologize,
And switch careers to sorting mail.
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