In the heart of Dunder Mifflin’s ADJECTIVE halls, Where NOUNreigned supreme and PLURAL NOUN sprawled, There stood a man, both ADJECTIVE and absurd, His name? Michael Scott, the boss we all heard.
With a Dundie in hand and a grin so wide , He led his team through chaos, side by side. His management style? Well, it was ADJECTIVE , A blend of awkwardness, ADJECTIVE , and mystique.
“That’s what she said!” he’d exclaim with glee, A NOUN for every situation, you see. His meetings ? ADJECTIVE , filled with PLURAL NOUN , Yet somehow, he managed to keep us all from going mad.
He hosted “” races, declaring strife, And serenaded us with “ SONG TITLE ” life. His love for PLURAL NOUN , his “Threat Level Midnight,” A secret agent NOUN, shining so bright.
Remember the “ THEME Party,” oh, what a delight, From PLURAL NOUN to Jan’s candlelit fight. And when he burned his foot on a(n) A NOUN YOU CAN BURN YOURSELF ON , We PAST TENSE VERB , we PAST TENSE VERB , we loved him still.
He dated Pam’s mom, then FEMALE CELEBRITY , then Jan, His heart a labyrinth, a ADJECTIVE love plan. But through it all, he taught us to VERB , To find NOUN in the mundane, to be part of a team.
So raise your PLURAL NOUN , let’s give a cheer, For Michael Scott, the boss we hold dear. He wasn’t ADJECTIVE , but he gave us his all, The World’s Best Boss—our NOUN, our thrall.
