Management Of Fruit Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I know you trained for apples, but this week it's the pear,
It's what the world wants that's important and I'll be right there.
Those thousand hours of pomming is of no interest to me,
In the Management Business News they worship another tree.
We must retool, redirect, refruit,
As CEO I will lead and the rest will follow suit.

I see it now, a world of pears embossed with my name,
All previous labels will be surpassed by my fame.
What have you heard, a new fruit is on the rise?
We'll change fast again to all those worshipping cries.
"He's done it again! The pear-CEO's rankings are the best,
He'll be immortalised, the world will wear him on their chest.

What do you mean our experience and expertise are gone?
We fired everyone over fifty, the old should move along.
The youthful ones that I appointed are all faithful towards me,
Their blind devotion is surely enough any success to guarantee.
The final insult is that the world wants apples back again,
Does this mean to scrap what actually worked was really insane?