Hey 751, congrats baker! Created this for Graveyard on Sunday night–almost 4 hour bread–but seems like a fitting time to post it again…..
A Special Tribute to Sunday Night Graveyard Anons
(to the Tune of the Gilligan Island Theme)
FOR YOUR "751" BAKER
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful bread
That started after the midnight hour
From a tiny 4-post bread.
The graveyard shift is a slow one, lads
It's not for the faint of heart
But Sunday night is a special fright
For it's the day 'fore the Monday 'mart.
But a doughty band of anons brave
Their duty not to shirk,
Stayed with the Board, though they couldn't afford
To miss Monday morning work (Monday morning work).
Oh what can we do for these winsome souls?
Who would sacrifice their sleep?
Baker gave a sigh as matins drew nigh
And the mists began to creep (mists began to creep).
"It sticks in my craw that the dough's still raw
And the hours are growing long,
"Well, lads come here, I've got a word to share,"
It's "seven fifty-one" (751).
The anons knew what they must do
Their eyes took on a gleam
Each dug into his big-gest stash
Of shitposts, jokes and memes (etc)
As the kitchen warmed, the dough it formed
In the shape of a crispy bun
As pretty soon, they'd all attuned
to seven-fifty one (751).
As the posts raced by, that bread did fly
Right up to the clouds in the sky
There aloft it sat, like a French cravat
Where only the eagles fly.
So this is the tale of anons who
Made a bread both light and fun
As they all cogitated, on a number as they waited for
Seven fifty-one (751).