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A Scrum Odyssey

20 October 2023 - 5 Minutes + 6 Minutes

A journey away from daily scrum meetings, as a cycle of eight Shakespearean sonnets.

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A Scrum Odyssey

Even with a team that enjoys standup meetings however, there's value in breaking the norm, becoming more flexible, and trying things out. Maybe such a team would settle back into daily standups, maybe they'd find something else that works for them. Teams which don't enjoy their standups though will almost certaily settle on a new scheme.

I sat down to type out a guide on how and why a team might experiment with alternative approaches to the daily standup. But that came out so incredibly dry I weaved those points into a story demonstrating a hypothetical team undergoing that process. That resulted in something which I'm not entirely sure got the point across. But then I remembered that ChatGPT (insert eye roll here) is actually pretty good at generating Shakespearean sonnets (insert double eye roll here). So, I ran my story through the ringer and I present to you A Scrum Odyssey: A journey away from daily scrum meetings, as a cycle of eight Shakespearean sonnets:

The Rite of Dawn's Assembly

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In days of yore, where standups held their sway, -Religious teams to this rite did cling tight. -Believing in its might, they'd all display +

In days of yore, where standups held their sway,
+Religious teams to this rite did cling tight.
+Believing in its might, they'd all display
Their tasks and toils, at morning's first light.

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“'Tis the only path!” they’d loudly decree, -To boost our voice and our work's potency. -Yet, in this sea of daily scrutiny, +

“'Tis the only path!” they’d loudly decree,
+To boost our voice and our work's potency.
+Yet, in this sea of daily scrutiny,
Did they e'er question its necessity?

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For in their hearts, joy and productivity, -Seemed hand in hand with scrum's consistency. -But having not trod another pathway, +

For in their hearts, joy and productivity,
+Seemed hand in hand with scrum's consistency.
+But having not trod another pathway,
How sure were they, in their daily ballet?

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To question not is to be but a drone, +

To question not is to be but a drone,
Yet change may show more ways than they've known.

Whispers 'Midst the Court of Teams

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As time doth pass, objections loud do cry, -Standups draw long, and patience wears so thin. -Some feel the gaze of oversight too nigh, +

As time doth pass, objections loud do cry,
+Standups draw long, and patience wears so thin.
+Some feel the gaze of oversight too nigh,
Whilst others sigh at tales they're lost within.

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The daily rite, once held in high esteem, -Now burdens hearts, and feels not quite so lean. -"Maintain the stand!" the managers exclaim, +

The daily rite, once held in high esteem,
+Now burdens hearts, and feels not quite so lean.
+"Maintain the stand!" the managers exclaim,
"For knowledge's spread, 'tis the only regime."

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Another quips, "'Tis how we stay aligned!" -Yet in their hearts, a restlessness they find. -The status quo, now feels a heavy chain, +

Another quips, "'Tis how we stay aligned!"
+Yet in their hearts, a restlessness they find.
+The status quo, now feels a heavy chain,
With every voice, there grows a silent pain.

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Unease doth spread, as waters dark and deep, +

Unease doth spread, as waters dark and deep,
The team in hope, for change they might yet reap.

Into Uncharted Councils Steered

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In growing dissent, the teams make their stand, -To question the rites of daily discourse. -With keen eyes they search, across the vast land, +

In growing dissent, the teams make their stand,
+To question the rites of daily discourse.
+With keen eyes they search, across the vast land,
For new methods, their spirit to endorse.

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The captains do doubt, and their concerns voice, -Yet vibrant ideas do from teams arise. -"Demos!" cries one, "Let our works make their noise!", +

The captains do doubt, and their concerns voice,
+Yet vibrant ideas do from teams arise.
+"Demos!" cries one, "Let our works make their noise!",
Another suggests, one-on-one 'neath the skies.

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Pair programming, reviews, new tactics bloom, -As weary traditions begin to wane. -The tides of change, they sweep away the gloom, +

Pair programming, reviews, new tactics bloom,
+As weary traditions begin to wane.
+The tides of change, they sweep away the gloom,
Old ways dissolve, as new paths become plain.

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Thus in the dance of time and adaptability, +

Thus in the dance of time and adaptability,
Teams find their stride, and new possibility.

Quests in the Halls of Converse

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In search of ways, the teams diverge their path, -Asynchronous rites, emails that they pen, -Fewer meets they seek, to avoid the wrath, +

In search of ways, the teams diverge their path,
+Asynchronous rites, emails that they pen,
+Fewer meets they seek, to avoid the wrath,
Of daily drudgery, again and again.

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More intimate chats, one-on-one they hold, -In pair programming, they sharpen their skill. -Exploring each method, both new and old, +

More intimate chats, one-on-one they hold,
+In pair programming, they sharpen their skill.
+Exploring each method, both new and old,
They weigh every boon, every bitter pill.

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Managers, once stern, now their gaze doth shift, -Witnessing changes, benefits unfold. -Yielding their ground, as sands of time do sift, +

Managers, once stern, now their gaze doth shift,
+Witnessing changes, benefits unfold.
+Yielding their ground, as sands of time do sift,
Embracing the new, releasing the old.

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In the grand ballet of work's ebb and flow, +

In the grand ballet of work's ebb and flow,
Teams evolve, and brighter futures they sow.

Where Two Worlds in Concert Meet

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From all the trials, some choices do emerge, -Asynchronous standups, the globe's teams cheer. -For visual minds, digital boards surge, +

From all the trials, some choices do emerge,
+Asynchronous standups, the globe's teams cheer.
+For visual minds, digital boards surge,
As preferred tools, their thoughts to make clear.

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Meetings grow few, much to all's delight, -Those that remain, are purposeful and keen. -Gone are the days of endless oversight, +

Meetings grow few, much to all's delight,
+Those that remain, are purposeful and keen.
+Gone are the days of endless oversight,
In place, moments of value are seen.

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"Support!" cry the captains, in newfound glee, -Feeling the strength of their teams' tethered core. -From the throes of old, they now are set free, +

"Support!" cry the captains, in newfound glee,
+Feeling the strength of their teams' tethered core.
+From the throes of old, they now are set free,
Bonded and strong, as never before.

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From trials and tests, the best paths are clear, +

From trials and tests, the best paths are clear,
Teams and their leaders, in harmony steer.

Musing on Fortune's Fickle Hand

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With shifts in tide, come trials unforeseen, -Some souls do long for morning meetings past. -An anchor lost, in routines once serene, +

With shifts in tide, come trials unforeseen,
+Some souls do long for morning meetings past.
+An anchor lost, in routines once serene,
Others claim that commitment's not so vast.

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Managers note, their gaze oft on boards dwell, -More than before, in this changed paradigm. -For in each change, some benefits dispel, +

Managers note, their gaze oft on boards dwell,
+More than before, in this changed paradigm.
+For in each change, some benefits dispel,
Replaced by costs, in this evolving time.

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"No method’s perfect," the team concedes true, -Every path has its toll, its weight to bear. -But in pursuit of what’s best, they pursue, +

"No method’s perfect," the team concedes true,
+Every path has its toll, its weight to bear.
+But in pursuit of what’s best, they pursue,
Balancing gains, with costs they must wear.

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In life’s grand dance of loss and of gain, +

In life’s grand dance of loss and of gain,
Teams learn to thrive, through pleasure and pain.

Melding Yesteryears with the Morrow

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From experiments vast, wisdom teams glean, -Blending the best from methods they've tried. -A hybrid emerges, both fresh and seen, +

From experiments vast, wisdom teams glean,
+Blending the best from methods they've tried.
+A hybrid emerges, both fresh and seen,
Balancing old and new, side by side.

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Asynchronous notes, for days in-between, -With face-to-face meets, weekly they decide. -Though returning to paths once before seen, +

Asynchronous notes, for days in-between,
+With face-to-face meets, weekly they decide.
+Though returning to paths once before seen,
They come renewed, with broader stride.

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Most vital of all, in this new phase, -Teams claim their process, its reins they hold. -Each member engaged, in collective praise, +

Most vital of all, in this new phase,
+Teams claim their process, its reins they hold.
+Each member engaged, in collective praise,
For a system by them, shaped and molded.

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From trials diverse, a way they have found, +

From trials diverse, a way they have found,
Where every voice in harmony does sound.

Ascendance Beyond Time's Norms

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In newfound grace, the teams now flex and bend, -Having learnt the worth of norms held askew. -Witnessed have they, to what change can tend, +

In newfound grace, the teams now flex and bend,
+Having learnt the worth of norms held askew.
+Witnessed have they, to what change can tend,
The boon of steps, both retraced and anew.

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The culture's hue, to feedback does incline, -Embracing shifts, with open arms and heart. -Where once was rigidity, now they entwine +

The culture's hue, to feedback does incline,
+Embracing shifts, with open arms and heart.
+Where once was rigidity, now they entwine
Flexibility, as their foremost art.

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Managers see, that control's grip too tight, -Does not always lead to the best of ways. -Productivity, in this newfound light, +

Managers see, that control's grip too tight,
+Does not always lead to the best of ways.
+Productivity, in this newfound light,
Reaches peaks unseen, to everyone's praise.

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From challenging norms, to heights unforeseen, +

From challenging norms, to heights unforeseen,
They've journeyed forth, with purpose evergreen.