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 (msn.com)
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