Noa walks in with her coffee swirl, Typing so loud — girl, rock my world! Sticky notes flying, calls on blast, She’s 26, but works like she’s fast-fast-fast. Printer's jammed? Must be fate. She'll yell "IT!" like it’s checkmate. Spins in her chair like it’s her stage, Probably sent that email... twice... by rage. Noa, oh Noa — queen of the sass, Leaves at five sharp, never out of gas. Boss says "Relax", she replies “Nah.” Drama level: daily telenovela star. High heels click like thunder and rain, Ask her to help? She’ll pretend she’s in pain. Calendar chaos, vibes on high, She’s the office storm in a miniskirt sky. But hey — without you, Noa, it’s kinda plain, No gossip, no noise, just quiet brain. So here’s your anthem, with love (and fear), Just promise no emails yelling in ALL CAPS this year!
