In the storm of your life

When the ship is going down’

And the waters are roaring below.

Be resilient and calm like the

Baker on the ship

Who drank his way to fame 

In the kitchen down below.

He then calmly assisted

All the dames and their babes

Into boats of ‘certain’ life 

While the baker’s life was toast.

He held on to the stern

Maybe laughing at it’s might

And went down to paddle

Like a dog in frigid black of night.

One of those certain boats of life 

Floated by within his sight

And he rode it with the peace

Of the bottle in his mind.

Only now do we celebrate

The courage of the wine

We take when life is

Sinking all around.

How a baker survived the Titanic by getting spectacularly drunk (

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